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I Am a New Yorker

A priest’s wife I know who is from New York — Sheepshead Bay, I think — sent me this.  Says it all.

I am a New Yorker
I do not live in the five boroughs or on the Island or Upstate
I may live hundreds or thousands of miles away
Or I may live just over the George Washington Bridge
But I am a New Yorker

I am a New Yorker
Whatever took me out of New York:
Business, family or hating the cold
did not take New York out of me.
My accent may have faded and my pace may have slowed
But I am a New Yorker

I am a New Yorker
I was raised on Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade and Rockefeller Plaza,

The Yankees or the Mets (Giants or Dodgers)

Jones Beach, Rye Beach, Orchard Beach or one of the beaches
on the sound [i.e., Long Island Sound]
I know that ‘THE END’ means Montauk.

Because I am a New Yorker


I am a New Yorker
When I go on vacation, I never look up

Skyscrapers are something I take for granted

The Empire State Building and the Statue of Liberty are part of me

Taxis and noise and subways and ‘gedadda heah’ don’t rattle me

Because I am a New Yorker


I am a New Yorker

I was raised on cultural diversity before it was politically correct

I eat Greek food and Italian food,
Jewish and Middle Eastern food and
Chinese food
Because they are all American food to me.

I don’t get mad when people speak other languages in my presence

Because my relatives got to this country via Ellis Island and chose to stay.


They were New Yorkers


People who have never been to New York have misunderstood me.
My friends and family work in the industries, professions and businesses that benefit all Americans.

My firefighters died trying to save New Yorkers and non-New Yorkers.
They died trying to save Americans and non-Americans.
Because they were New Yorkers.

I am a New Yorker.
I feel the pain of my fellow New Yorkers.

I mourn the loss of my beautiful city.

I feel and dread that New York will never be the same
But then I remember:
I am a New Yorker


And New Yorkers have:
Tenacity, strength and courage way above the norm

Compassion and caring for our fellow citizens

Love and pride in our city, in our state, in our country

Intelligence, experience and education par excellence

Ability, dedication and energy above and beyond

Faith–no matter what religion we practice

Terrorists hit America in its heart
But America’s heart still beats strong

Demolish the steel in our buildings,
but it doesn’t touch the steel
in our souls
Hit us in the pocketbook;
but we’ll parlay what we have left into a
fortune
End innocent lives leaving widows and orphans,
but we’ll take care of
them
Because they are New Yorkers


Wherever we live, whatever we do, whoever we are
There are New Yorkers in every state and every city of this nation
We will not abandon our city
We will not abandon our brothers and sisters
We will not abandon the beauty,
creativity and diversity that New York represents
Because we are New Yorkers
And we are proud to be New Yorkers.


REMEMBER THE WTC
Author – Vincent Pasquale, Maspeth, NY

(where I lived for six of my 31 years as a New Yorker)

Thank you Vincent for allowing us to share this with
our fellow New Yorkers all around the world.


Only those who grew up or lived in NYC can understand the meaning of this:

THERE IS NO NORTH AND SOUTH. IT’S ‘UPTOWN’ OR ‘DOWNTOWN.’ IF YOU’RE REALLY FROM NEW YORK , YOU HAVE ABSOLUTELY NO CONCEPT OF WHERE NORTH AND SOUTH ARE…AND EAST OR WEST IS ‘CROSS-TOWN.’

YOU KNOW HOW TO MAKE AN EGG CREAM.

YOU RIDE IN A SUBWAY CAR WITH NO AIR CONDITIONING JUST BECAUSE THERE ARE SEATS AVAILABLE.

YOU KNOW WHAT A ‘REGULAR’ COFFEE IS.

YOU MOVE 3,000 MILES AWAY, SPEND 10 YEARS LEARNING THE LOCAL LANGUAGE AND PEOPLE STILL KNOW YOU’RE FROM BROOKLYN, LONG ISLAND, Staten Island (the other “Island)” OR “THE BRONX”, THE MINUTE YOU OPEN YOUR MOUTH.

YOU RETURN AFTER 10 YEARS AND THE FIRST FOODS YOU WANT ARE A ‘REAL’ PIZZA AND A ‘REAL’ BAGEL.

A 500 SQUARE FOOT APARTMENT IS LARGE.

YOU WOULDN’T BOTHER ORDERING PIZZA IN ANY OTHER CITY.

YOU’RE NOT THE LEAST BIT INTERESTED IN GOING TO TIMES SQUARE ON NEW YEAR’S EVE.

YOUR INTERNAL CLOCK IS PERMANENTLY SET TO KNOW WHEN ALTERNATE SIDE OF THE STREET PARKING REGULATIONS IS IN EFFECT.

YOU KNOW WHAT A BODEGA IS.

SOMEONE BUMPS INTO YOU AND YOU CHECK FOR YOUR WALLET.

YOU DON’T EVEN NOTICE THE LADY WALKING DOWN THE ROAD HAVING A PERFECTLY NORMAL CONVERSATION WITH HERSELF.

YOU PAY ‘ONLY’ $230 A MONTH TO PARK YOUR CAR.

YOU CRINGE AT HEARING PEOPLE PRONOUNCE HOUSTON ST. LIKE THE CITY IN TEXAS .

THE PRESIDENTIAL VISIT IS A MAJOR TRAFFIC JAM, NOT AN HONOR.

THAT’S NEW YORK , BABY! YA GOTTA LOVE IT

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