And in my latest installment of “You know you have ADD when…,” I present you with this picture of New York City’s Times Square, a place that makes some people (like my wife, for example) cringe and feel overwhelmed, and a place that makes me feel like the universe has pulled me against its bosom and is giving me a big, fat hug.
As you may or may not recall, despite growing up in the Northeast, I didn’t get to New York City until I was in my 20s. I still remember the first time I set foot in Times Square; it felt like I had finally found my way home to the alien planet I always sensed I must have come from.
I don’t exactly know why, but, for some reason, when I’m in New York, I feel like I’m in the game; when I’m not, I feel like I’m in the on-deck circle … which probably isn’t a good thing, since I’m hardly ever in New York. I guess it’s high time I bring the game to me.
PS: Yes, the photo above would have been far more impressive if it had been taken at night, when all of Times Square is aglow with enough neon and LEDs to spark 10,000 epileptic seizures, but New York City nightlife isn’t part of the program during these here days of rearing young children, so instead, you get Times Square at 9 a.m. on a Saturday. Try not to hurt yourself yawning.