Laughter, and the Strange and Bizarre

Some people told me they got a real kick out of my last blog, “Loose Slips.” That’s just one of many funny things I witnessed while living in New York. Little tidbits of laughter in the Big Apple.

Hey, not that there aren’t funny things that happen in Phoenix. There are for sure. But there’s just something about New York City and crazy, wacky things that happen. I probably could never count them all, no less remember them.

Some things weren’t necessarily funny or funny at all; they were just plain bizarre, freaky or scary. YES, scary.

While working as an editor, me and many of my co-workers sometimes would complain of how we were being worked to death. We come to find out that weeks later, one of the reporters was found dead, at his desk! That scared the crap out of us all. Most likely there were other factors that contributed to the death of that reporter. But still … that’s pretty freaky.

I also witnessed a lot of crude behavior on the subway, people getting mugged, and a person actually was shot right outside my bedroom window. That’s when I said, “I really gotta go home to Arizona.” And, at the time, I lived in one of the nicest neighborhoods in New York City.

Yeah,  yeah, I know. These things happen anywhere, even in Phoenix, especially since it’s grown so much. But I witnessed way more things in NYC, and right up close, than I would have liked. You know, too much of a good thing…

But there were lots of fun times. Times I wouldn’t want to erase from memory. I just want to keep them there where they belong.