a few months ago, i read a 1948 edition of
seventeen magazine. the issue had a special "new york" theme to it and focused entirely on the great city. they published a poem by a.p. herbert and i really liked it. the honest and true words he chose really resonated with me. i still think about the poem, especially the last few lines:
beautiful - friendly - crazy -
kindly - tough - electric -
galloping - glowing - monstrous -
magical - unbelievable -
new york!