My first visit to New York was in the winter time. I was living in the year round environmental bliss of the city of Los Angeles at the time, and cold weather and snow was something we hid away from inside of a warm apartment. What I found when I got to New York though, was that even though it was cold, the people of the city just bundled up. As soon as I stepped off of the plane my friend Robert took me to a couple vintage clothing shops in the East Village, and I got set up with a winter coat, a scarf, mittens and a hat, and some really great boots. I had what I needed to ensure that my thin LA blood would stay warm.
I had booked a room at one of the 5 star New York hotels, so we found our way there, I checked in and dropped off my luggage, and we headed out again. We were going ice skating. I had ice skated before, in a basement rink, inside during the summer in Phoenix when I was eight years old. I had not skated since, and I had never skated outside, on a real frozen over pond. Robert took me to Brooklyn, to the Wollman Rink in Prospect Park. He had skated there throughout his youth and he wanted me to experience what it was like.
I was nervous, but there was fun in the air as soon as I carefully stepped onto the ice. A little kid, about 6 years old came flying by me on his skates, his brightly colored scarf trailing behind him like a flag whipping in the wind. I held onto to Robert’s arm and as we slowly made our way around the rink, he told me stories of his winters at this rink. About the first time he learned to skate backwards, and about the time his older brother told him to lick the metal lightpost, and he did. The park rangers had to come to his rescue.
He also told me that New Yorkers do get out year round, much like the people of Los Angeles do, but in New York everyday isn’t a day at the beach, sometimes it’s ice skating, and sometimes when the weather warms up, the pond becomes filled with pedal boats and people on dry land play baseball and tennis. It’s the variety they have in the city of New York, he said, that keeps life moving and interesting. And I had to agree with him, even though at that particular moment, our lives were moving very slowly, and very careful around the rink.