I got back to New York Tuesday night, after a long weekend away for my son’s college graduation, and fell in love with the city all over again. I just love it here. What can I say?
To save money, I took a shuttle bus (instead of a cab) from LaGuardia to Times Square. I stood on 42nd St. for a while, just looking at all the lights and people, and was happy.
Then I went down to the subway, and there, on the 1/2/3 platform, was Dale Henderson, the Bach in the Subways cellist, Baching in the subway. Couldn’t think of a more perfect welcome “home” (as temporary as it may be). We chatted a bit, in between movements, as I waited for my train. “Any requests?” Dale asked me. At first I declined, but then I asked for a Gigue (essentially a jig; each of the six Bach Suites ends with one). Dale played the powerful and stormy D minor, and then my favorite, the one from the D major suite. When Pete, my son, was born, I used to sing Bach Gigues to him in the hospital nursery. As I was getting in the subway car, Pete was driving home from Grinnell. Dale playing a Gigue for me (and everyone else), right there, was a perfect way to celebrate Pete’s milestone and the start of my final weeks in New York.
I got back to my big corner room. It was a warm night. I opened all the windows, and turned out the lights so that I could lie in bed without being on display, yet see the lights from the buildings surrounding mine. Very nice.