Goodbye, New York
Monday, September 20, 2010
When Mike got up early Monday morning, I woke up too in order to wish him farewell, as I didn’t think I’d be seeing him again. He’d spent the previous day finishing up his upgrades to my lap-top, replacing Windows XP with the far-superior Windows 7, and he said that to really put the finishing touches on the upgrade I should buy a couple of 2 GB memory cards that he showed me on the Best Buy website. After I woke up I found an e-mail from him saying that if I picked up the cards in the city and brought them to his office at Rockefeller Center, he would install them for me.
The only thing I had planned for the day was to visit my Uncle Lance and his kids out in Glen Cove, Long Island that evening, so I had most of the day free and open. I was supposed to meet Lance when he got back home at 6:00, so I knew I’d have to either arrive super-early or sit in some rush-hour traffic, and figured that if I left by 4:00 and resigned myself to hitting the traffic, two hours should be enough time.
That allowed me to venture back into Manhattan one last time, this time on my own. Mike had given me instructions on how to get in the easiest way—just taking the R train straight to Broadway, where I could stop at Kristin’s sandwich shop for lunch. Kristin, once [not-so] affectionately known as “Little Cracky” (for reasons I’ll leave up to your imagination) has really turned her life around in the past few years and is now managing a really successful sandwich place called “Wichcraft” (get it—sand “wich”?) in Manhattan, and I figured I might as well check it out.
After just a little bit of trouble I found the place and Kristin told her underlings to hook me up with some food while she remained busy doing what she had to do to keep the place running. I didn’t get to chat with her while I ate, but I did get to eat the most excellent tuna sandwich I’ve ever had, and thanks to my ‘in’ with the manager I got the $8 sandwich completely free. When I was done I bid her a fond farewell, saying I hoped I’d see her again sooner than two years from now, and I firmly meant it. I’d like to go back to America again as early as next year if I can somehow manage that, though it depends on so many factors. But yeah, I definitely want another one of those bangin’ sandwiches.
Now I had to get down to business, first to find the Best Buy and then Mike’s building at Rockefeller. Of course I always end up going the wrong direction when I get out of the subway, so I lost some time that way, and I was already running out of time before my 4:00 goal of leaving Brooklyn when I finally found the store. To make matters worse, the Best Buy wasn’t selling the nice, relatively inexpensive combination-package of memory cards Mike had found online but I had to buy them individually for what would amount to more than twice the price I’d been expecting. They said I could try another store a few blocks away, but by then I was really running out of time and I just wanted to get it over with. Of course I knew I could just forego the whole memory-upgrade process for the time being and maybe figure out how to do it in Germany, but I just wanted the whole thing to be finished. So I paid through the teeth for the cards, accepting what I like to think of as the ‘git ‘er done’ fee (in life you frequently have to pay a lot more if you don’t want to wait for something), and headed up towards Rockefeller Center.
Finding Mike’s building was also a huge bitch, as it wasn’t where I thought it would be and I ended up stumbling around for a good twenty minutes trying to figure out where we’d been on Saturday. It looked a lot different during the week when everything was in business, and I was hoping to see some of my favorite NBC celebrities walking around but I had no such luck. (Unfortunately, this wasn’t one of the days that Cenk Uygur would be guest-hosting at MSNBC, as if I’d seen him I would have pounced on him and demanded to know why he hasn’t answered any of my e-mails).
But I did find the building and told the doorman I was here to see Mike H up at Myd-Marketing (that felt kind of badass) and then I headed upstairs and strolled right into the Wall Street trading firm right when they were in the middle of their dirty evil business, which felt super-mega-badass. The French guys who own the company shot me and my long hair a dirty look when I came inside, but I just said “I’m here to see Mike” and they let me on through.
Mike greeted me, apparently not too busy at that particular time, and tore open my computer to get those new cards installed, while I looked around and appreciated the fact that I was now in the lion’s den with the lions (even if most of these particular lions were French). Every work-station with its multiple monitors was occupied, CNBC was running on the big screen, and more money than I make in a year was being traded back-and-forth as I sat there, trying to resist the urge to start shouting doomsday scenarios about the inevitable next financial crisis that’s going to hit sometime soon.
When the installation was complete, Mike gave me instructions for the fastest way back to Brooklyn and he walked me out of the building and sent me on my merry way. I made it back to his apartment (in his awesomeness, he’d let me keep a set of keys for the next time I’m around) and got the rest of my stuff, finally getting back to my car and on the road at about 4:15. Not too bad in the timing department.
I definitely hit the traffic on the Belt parkway and later the Long Island Expressway, but somehow I got to Lance’s house just 10 minutes after the planned 6:00 arrival time, and just minutes after he and the kids had gotten home as well.
I spent the evening with Lance and two of his kids, as his wife Sue and oldest son Max were away that week on some kind of mountain-climbing adventure. His kids are all in this special school with its own educational philosophy, developed by Rudolf Steiner (the brain behind Theosophy, one of my favorite metaphysical belief-systems), so they do all kinds of cool trips like that. The focus is much more on learning through experience than it is in the rest of academia. Whether or not having such a radically different educational experience than their peers will be a disadvantage for them later in life is yet to be seen, but I hope not. I’d rather the rest of the educational system become more like the one he’s got his kids in.
Lance is another deep-thinker, so I always love talking to him because I never have to worry about staying on the same page. As his second-oldest son Beau cooked us up a nice dinner of angel-hair pasta and tomato-sauce (pretty damn good for a 12-year-old) we chatted about my experience living in Germany and how different America looks to me now that I’ve been gone for so long.
After dinner we were summoned outside by his daughter Margot, now age 7, who wanted us to see the full moon. The moon wasn’t quite full but that didn’t matter. She was a bit nervous around me but I started helping her play with her paper airplane while Lance went inside and before I knew it I was sitting under a tree with her in the twilight and having a very long and meandering discussion about everything from fairies to stars to bugs and spiders to whatever else popped into her 7-year-old mind while we were talking.
I made sure to really appreciate the fact that I was having that conversation, as it’s not at all often that I get to speak with young kids for any length of time. I certainly can’t speak to German 7-year-olds because unless they’ve got an English-speaking parent none of them have started learning English yet. But Margot is super-adorable and about as sweet as you can imagine, so it was quite a pleasure talking to her. The last time I saw her she was only 4 years old, so she didn’t remember me but she did believe me when I told her that I’d met her before.
I also appreciated how easy it was to talk to her, as my job as a language teacher is to keep conversations going which can often be rather difficult, but Margot just never ran out of things to say. She just went on and on about this and that and some other completely random thing. “I like it when bugs fly by my ear. It feels kind of weird.” You know, I never thought of it that way. Or maybe I did but just forgot…
I spent a really pleasant, very out-of-the-ordinary evening with Lance and his kids until he put them to bed and the two of us stayed up talking until about midnight. I told him about Revolution Earth, an idea he really liked, and he told me all the latest news about his business, Braun Brush (check it out if you need any fancy brushes) and his invention brush-tiles which are apparently still pretty popular among interior decorators. I hadn’t spoken to him in two and a half years but it felt like we’d picked up right where we left off and we’ll do the same the next time I get around to seeing him.
I told him to wake me up in the morning before the kids left, because I knew it might be a few more years before I’d see them again and I wanted to make it a bit more likely that Margot will remember me next time, when she’ll probably be 9 or 10 and a completely different person. Beau already remembers me because I saw him a lot more often when he was younger, and he’s definitely a great kid. Sue and Lance may be raising their kids in a somewhat outside-the-box kind of fashion, but so far it seems to be working. 7-year-old girls can often be awful little brats, but Margot is the farthest thing from that (at least from what I was able to see) and Beau is just an incredibly nice young boy.
It almost makes me want kids of my own…but not quite.
Tune in tomorrow for the not-so-thrilling-but-still-hopefully-somewhat-interesting conclusion of my American adventure stories.