Loveletter to NYC (and to Montana)

As a Chicago girl, I know I’m not supposed to say this…but I love New York City. I’ve been there ten times in two years, and this time it was for fun. Everything about it was fun. I met amazingly generous people who are doing amazingly inspiring things with their lives in the world of art and media. I left half day chunks to myself and went to the De Kooning exhibit at MOMA (which I highly recommend).  I hung out in the Madison Square Park dog park with my dear friend (a culture unto itself), poked around Chinatown and ate dumplings, walked and walked and walked until shin splints had me crying uncle and justifying a two hour sushi meal to relieve them. Ate a ridiculous four course dinner at Eleven Madison Park which my culinary genius friends/hosts think is currently the best food in NYC.  And I was so inspired by Lee and Bob Woodruff’s Stand up for Heroes gala which had me staring up-close-and-personal at people I idolize like Katie Couric (who I met!!! and gushed all over like an idiot), Bill Clinton, John Stewart, Rick Gervais, Bruce friggin Springsteen, Seth Meyer, Brian Williams… The city stuns me.

And yet, flying home into our little valley, I love that I’m limited here in Montana by the possibilities of what I can hold in my hand and pay for with a credit card. I love that the currency comes in snow plows and back hoes and chickens and horses who are easy keepers. I love that it’s going to get hairy now as the snow twirls in gusts around my office window. I love that I have a fire going and that I’ll need to keep it going most of the winter, propane prices being what they are. I love that my head will be cold in my bed at night and that I’ll see my breath when I wake. I love that it is hard here. I love who I am here. People kept asking me in New York why I have lived here so long. Why not come back to the land of the sophisticate, opportunity, options in full feast. “I trust myself in Montana. I trust the currency. I trust what it asks of me and I trust how I answer its questions.” But THANK YOU, New York, for one heck of a week. Maybe it’s because of weeks like this that I can receive Montana. yrs. Laura

Lee and Bob Woodruff raise money for wounded vets in a fabulous evening of entertainment-- Beacon Theater, NYC

Bob and Lee Woodruff with Bruce!

This is NOT with a zoom. Almost lost my lunch.

Today Show anchor, Natalie Morales at 30 Rock. This has been a dream since Jane Pauley Days-- look what she's holding...

Stone Crab and Uni at Eataly-- mecca!

Art Installation at MOMA

A dumpling walk in Chinatown

Thanks Sarah Brokaw for all your support of my book! Go buy hers: FORTYTUDE! So empowering!

A bastion of publishing-- the Hearst Building where I met with some FAB editors from Good Housekeeping!

This was my favorite!
Such expression. Here I go back to Montana….

I'll take the M train home now...


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11 Responses to Loveletter to NYC (and to Montana)

  1. Debbie

    Congratulations on so many dreams coming true (especially the Bruce part!!!). And glad you chose to soak in some of the true NY treasures our fine town has to offer. But PLEASE tell me you didn’t venture in to a rest room in the subway??? That’s what Starbucks is for! Hope you come back soon.

  2. Kathy

    I am glad to hear that NYC treated you well and showed you such a wonderful time! It is an amazing, electric and cultural place. There is always something to do. I guess that is why it is known as the city that never sleeps! So much to see, so much to do and so much to enjoy!

    However, with so much activity and energy in one place, I believe that while in NYC you lose sight of the sky. Your eyes are drawn to all of the lights and action, but not all the grandeur that is above you. I also assume that the pavement under your feet, as energetic as it was, could not compare with the feel of the trail under your horses hoofs. The city sounds of hustle and bustle can not compete with the silence of the sun as it rises, or the serenity of it while it sets. As bright as the city lights are, they are dim in comparison to the moon illuminating your screened porch. And the humming and honking of traffic and taxi cabs are silenced by the sound of the flowing river. Oh, and what ever treasure you may garner from a street vendor does not compare to finding a heart shaped river rock!

    As wonderful and exciting as it is to spend time away…..I have to agree with Dorothy. ……”there is no place like home!”

  3. Kassidy Harris

    No words except breath of appreciation and a penetrating screech
    along my heart’s highway median
    running between home.
    thank you for writing this.

  4. Kat

    I TOTALLY get what you meant in this post, every word! My Dad lives in Manhattan and I’m fortunate enough to be able to visit from time to time. I’m in awe of what you can see and experience, all within a few miles of each other. When you really sit down and think about it, it’s mind boggling. But there is nothing like the serenity you get from being at home, and being at a place where nature takes over and envelops your senses. So the moral is to experience it all while you can :-)

  5. Jan Larson Myhre

    My son went to Kingspoint on Long Island and my niece lives in Brooklyn so I’ve had three opportunities to savor the sights and sounds of NYC. Marked two things off my bucket list…a Broadway musical and a visit to MOMA. (As a child in Montana in the 50′s and 60′s, I dreamed of seeing Gordon McRae and Agnes DeMille productions while listening to my radio (under the covers) late at night.) Broadway still is a compelling draw. A Cuban sandwich and a return visit to the Brooklyn Botanical Park are two things that will be on my list again when I return in the spring of 2012. So glad you had such a fabulous time. So glad you were happy to get home!

  6. Dan

    Magic can happen anywhere. If I really think about it, the best times have been defined not by the specific location, (not to say that the backdrop plays no role) but more often by people and situations, and the “net” of the interactions between them.

    I think, for example, about the different experiences I have had with something as simple as fire (bear with me here). I have looked into someone’s eyes across a table in an elegant NYC restaurant, lit only by a simple candle, and wondered why I would ever want to be somewhere else. On the other hand, I have sat around a campfire with a group of friends, drinking beers and laughing about everything and, quite frankly, thought the same thing. I, for one, relish these contextual juxtapositions.

    Here is a good one…….you decide…… the lights of Times Square or the Northern Lights – frankly…. it depends. Both could be just “ok” in a given situation. Both can be unforgettably awesome with the right company and scenario.

    Need more?? How about the hustle and bustle and car horns in New York on the way to a Broadway show or the sound of crickets on a humid Midwest evening while playing euchre on the deck with friends ….. each has its draw, given the context.

    In some situations there is a lot happening. In other situations there are “happenings”. Both can be treasured. I have seen one of my sons win a championship after a long season of hard work and perseverance, it was nothing less than awe-inspiring. I have also seen the quizzical, excited look (then ear-to-ear smile) on my (then) seven-year-old son’s face when he first heard a bird after he got is first hearing aid.

    As Laura so correctly points out, there is beauty, excitement, awe, and happiness around us, whether at home or elsewhere, if we are willing to appreciate the situation for what it is.

    Just one guy’s observations………..

  7. I love this post! Your words of course, but the sheer joy that shines through your photographs is amazing. Thank you for sharing, and…..BRUUUUUUUUCE!!!!!!!!!!!

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