Sometimes I really miss NYC. Funny, it's usually the little things rather than the being a part of it all sort of situation. I guess it's the little things that make the memories. In NYC, it seemed that no matter where I lived or who I was with or what I was doing,
NY1 was a constant.
I was just reading a little
Village Voice as I tend to do every week or so (at the very least Savage Love) and saw
this interview with Pat Kiernan. NY1. That's one of the little things I miss.
Back in my early days in NYC when I lived in an apartment in Brooklyn where my room was downstairs with only a small window linking to the outside world I relied on NY1 to let me know the weather. Through that window it was hard to tell if it was raining or sunny. It was just gloomy light that would filter through no matter what. Before I lived there I'd watch TV and when the weather was on and they'd say, "Right now it's raining." I'd always think to myself, "You don't need to tell me that ... I can look myself" but in that apartment looking out a window for my own information wasn't really an option. So in that place especially, Pat Kiernan and the rest of the crew would let me know what's up. The ol' Weather on the 1s along with "In The Papers", Sports, Whipple's World, etc. made things a little easier and that crazy time. From there, NY1 and I were tight.
On top of our through-the-TV friendship, NY1 was located in the same
building where I worked at that point too. I used to see Lewis Dodley out having a smoke between segments and would always keep (a sadly unsuccessful) eye out for
Gigi Stone in hopes that maybe she'd like to have some sort of newsworthy rendezvous with me.
Year later when I lived in Stuytown,
Amanda Farinacci lived on my floor.
I couldn't escape NY1 if I wanted to (not that I wanted to) ... and now that I have escaped it's a lonely and uninformed world.
