The following is a true story dedicated to New Yorkers everywhere. And to Robert U. Montanino, my Father, who constantly inspires me.
“Seems that the wrath of the Gods got a punch on the nose and it started to flow; I think I might be sinking. Throw me a line if I reach it in timeI’ll meet you up there where the path runs straight and high.”
“Standing on a hill in my mountain of dreams, telling myself it’s not as hard, hard, hard as it seems.”—Robert Plant
Segue (Seg Wa) d. To move smoothly and unhesitatingly from one state, condition, situation, or element to another.
It’s weird how you become accustomed to the groundhog day rituals of your life. Waking up, going to work, daily grind crap that we endure to assist in getting the bills paid. Then to go home usually to do something uneventful. Well, come to think of it, some of us out there may be more blessed than others in the events department. All in all, we just fall asleep and reawake to the same thing. I don’t know about you but the repetitiveness of it all catches up and makes me an unhappy camper. So much in fact, I need something major like an excursion of some sorts to help me cope and deal with the everyday requirements more efficiently.
Then a conundrum: what do you do when you’re not at liberty to take that getaway? Or spend silly amounts on spoiled brat spa services? Yesterday, to my surprise, I found the answer to what I thought was a rhetorical question. How cool would it be to escape from the debilitating reality while actually living in the moment of it? For the first time in my life I did just that with a little help from a fellow native New Yorker.
It sucks to sound like a cliché, but it truly was a day I’ll never forget. One of those days that you know and feel you have been altered or enhanced somewhat than you were the minute before it happened. 72 degrees and sunny with clear skies was the forecast on that beautiful summer day in July. My morning started out typically, sleeping until the last possible minute before showering and rushing to catch the train to my job in New York City. One of the many perks of working in New York City is being located across the street from Bryant Park. Besides the free Friday summer concerts (Prince rocked!) some days I have a few extra minutes to enjoy my breakfast, caffeine fix, and news-read amidst the serene gardens before starting my workday.
