Who would think that a life in Los Angeles would be more reflective than a life in New York?
Okay, to compare them in this gross manor is silly. The real difference is not so much the cities as the amount of time spent in each one. Since I primarily live in Los Angeles, I am apt to have more time there, to think. Since New York seems new and fun every time I visit, I basically remain very active and don’t think much beyond my next easy meal, bit of entertainment, walking route.
Interestingly, this pattern in my life will not change any time soon, so Los Angeles will most likely arise as my “Thinking man’s city,” and New York will arise as “The light and fun place.”
Of course, I might be absolutely off.
Aside: I ran into an old Theatre School chum in Times Square today. He has become a dresser for shows (so Thelma Ritter). He took me on a basement tour of The Imperial Theatre. We eventually walked onto the stage of the theatre, with only the ghost light on. (That little light bulb on a pole that stands at the edge of the theatre when it's dark.) It really felt like 1898 New York. Of course, I did see Luci Arnaz starring in THEY’RE PLAYING OUR SONG on the very stage back in my youthful disco days. “I Can’t Wait ‘Till We Get to Quogue.”---What a lyric.