Years ago, when I went to a movie that took place in New York, there would be a scene where the lead would walk by carrying a cup of coffee and "The New York Times." That set up my desire to be a "New York Times" reader. I had never been a reader of the "Times", I had never even been to New York City----but I wanted to be---and to go.
Years pass and the long unfulfilled dream of living in the city of my dreams happened. Now-- I can become part of the scene and pick up the paper that sparked my fancy. First of all it is more expensive, that was OK, next it weighed a ton, that too was OK. Next came the reading part-----what was wrong with me----my mind wouldn't stay on point. The sentences were long and the paragraphs longer. I have never thought of myself as dumb (I dislike the word anyway) but I started to realize that my mind did not work well at putting together long sentences. I can have deep and profound thoughts but have trouble keeping long wordy sentences in context. There are brilliant writers writing for ''The New York Times". But after many years I have learned that my mind works best with shorter concise sentances. I'm sad.
Oh well! I found the "Daily New" with writers I can comprehend. Michael Daley being one of the best. I still envy the "New York Times" reader. It's an immage thing. Maybe in my next life.
No comments:
Post a Comment