Once upon a time there was an old man who had three daughters. The eldest daughter and the middle daughter never thought about anything except clothes and how beautiful they’d look if they could only buy a new this or that. Mary; the youngest daughter, did all the housework and felt happy just as she was. Not that she wasn’t pretty. Her dark brows arched over the beautiful eyes of a falcon, and ample brown hair flowed down to her waist.
I loved the excitement of every aspect of life in Manhattan – the sense of adventure was unlike anything I had known. Armed with a single Metrocard I could travel throughout the five boroughs and see all kinds of interesting people and places. New Yorkers have a reputation as being tough and rude but in reality they are down-to-earth, friendly people. This city really lives 24 hours per day. You can have a late dinner, enjoy a stiff drink after midnight, travel home in the wee hours of the morning – and still people are out having fun.
The survivors of Hurricane Katrina who stayed behind are stronger than ever. Many people didn’t leave because they didn’t have the conditions or the money, vehicles, places to go or the desire to leave this Grand Dame of a city. They stayed together by believing in better days to come.