As my kid put it so well the other day to my extended family, "I have a major announcement to make.....I'm taking my talents and going to PALM Beach." Quite appropo this summer with Lebron James going back to Cleveland.
25 years ago this Friday, I came to live in New York City. Manhattan. The BIG Apple. Wall Street. Twin Towers. Bright eyed, bushy tailed. Ready to stake my claim. 25 years later on the EXACT day and month August 1, I will be leaving this New York City "thang". Coincidence? Perhaps. Perhaps not.
I, personally, don't know too many folks currently who have called Manhattan home for 25 years. The other 4 NYC outerboroughs? Sure. Manhattan is a different bird though, and unless you are in the .5 percent (sorry hipsters, and your "1 percent"), life can be a little rough. Now you really can't explain that to too many people on this globe, when they hear what you might be earning, and get any compassion. You know what? I'm good with that. As we say a lot around here, "THIS is the business, WE'VE chosen". You wanna play in the Big Apple, pally? You better be ready to roll. I've played. It's been a nice run. That's it though.
So, my family is "taking our talents to PALM Beach". Yep. Florida. Home of the "early bird special". Heat in the summer. Hurricanes. Lots of crazies. Also, 82 degrees in January. And February. And March. We aint downsizin either. We are clearly upsizin. We won't be changing this blog. Our parent company, BenSalz Productions LLC, has ALREADY moved to Florida. So take that, NY Governor Cuomo. Keep squashing corruption commissions, and taxing small biz out of the state. I haven't given our current NYC mayor a real chance. I also lived here through the Dinkins, Guiliani, and Bloomberg administrations, and I can kinda see where Warren Wilhelm is going. Oh you don't know who Warren is? Why, it's Mayor Bill deBlasio's BIRTH name. He didn't like his German old man, so he took a new first name and his MOM's maiden name, and created a new life for himself. That worked out well in Italy last week with the NYC first family, didn't it? In the immortal words of Michael Corleone to Kay Adams (who was soon to be Kay Corleone at the time), "That's a true story, Kay". So, call me nuts, but I don't think I will be missing out on too many BBQs at my new neighbors place in Gracie Mansion (where the mayor and his family will be living as of yesterday), if you know what I mean.
I HAVE kept my NY Football Jets tickets. Not that I was going to be able sell them to anyone if I wanted to. But this does mean I will have even more incentive to come back to the tri-state area, and perhaps visit with some of you during this fall.
For one last hurrah, come join in some festivities TODAY after 5pm at the BV Grill, which is a new joint with indoor and outdoor seating , in Midtown Manhattan on 56th street between 2nd and 3rd avenues. Closer to 3rd. It should be a good time. As our pal Big D likes to say, "All the gliteratti and hoi polloi will be in attendance". If not, you can always stay in touch by writing to us at firstname.lastname@example.org.
So it's not farewell forever, but more like see you around. Maybe just a little less frequently in Manhattan.
Now in the summer of 1989, Simply Red hit #1 with a version of this song. But I always liked when the original group sang it. That fella in the purple has some singing chops baby. Go get it Teddy!
Now I must continue to give free stuff to people. The items that I am not taking on the move. Like couches and armoires and stuff. Talk soon. Enjoy.