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And now, so many things I WILL miss about living in New York City. An amazing piano rendition of an 1980s classic. And a wild magician named Joshua Jay with a cool video.

Hi all. Couple quick things to hit before I get into my I ♥ NY post.

First off, I have absolutely no idea what to make of this Trump-North Korea 5-second summit that apparently led to an agreement; I have zero faith North Korea will follow through and disarm its nukes, and I feel oh so heartened when I read this quote from our Dear Leader, Mr. Trump:  

President Trump says he got North Korea to commit to destroying a major missile testing site but “we didn’t put it in the agreement because we didn’t have time.” 

Oh.

Next, wanted to give y’all a quick update on that idiot off-duty FBI agent who did a backflip on the dance floor, saw his gun fall out, and accidentally shot someone in the leg while he went to pick it up. Excellent news is that Chase Bishop has been charged with assault,   by the Denver District Attorney’s office. Throw the book at this guy.

OK, on with the show.

Three days left in my life as a New York City resident.

As I sit here surrounded by boxes and trying to throw out as much useless crap as possible before inflicting it upon another dwelling, (seriously, 20 percent of the things in our cupboard I never remember buying) I am trying to trim down this list of all the things I will miss about living here.

Monday I vented a little about what I won’t miss, but the truth is there are many, many more things I will. I’ve tried to keep this to a manageable list, but you know, New York City gets in your blood.

Here goes, some of the dozens of things I will miss come Saturday, when I no longer live in this wonderful, weird place.

— The friends. I’m not talking about my longtime friends who still live here, I’m talking about all the new ones we’ve made in the last six years, especially in the last four since we started making new humans. When I first started taking  Nate to the playground as a newborn and to activities and stuff when he was about four months old, I knew I’d meet other parents, maybe make some idle chit-chat to pass the time, that kind of thing.

I never expected to make as many wonderful new friends as we have, friends who started as just fellow parents but now I know will be in our lives forever. People like Kristen and Dave, and Dara and Russell, and Abel and Anu: You all came into our lives because our kids were around the same age, but we had so much more in common. Finding warm, generous, loving people who become your dear friends, when you’re all in your late 30s or 40s, is a rare and terrific thing. I  will always cherish it.

— The apartment. This apartment we’re leaving has a lot of firsts in it. First apartment my wife and I had both our names on the lease. First place we ever brought our sons to after leaving the hospital, following their birth. Their first cries, their first meals, their first laughs and hugs… all came while we were living here. It will always have a place in our hearts because of that.

Plus, it was a great freaking apartment. A balcony, great views of the city, terrific neighbors, we were able to see half the July 4th and New Year’s Eve fireworks (tall buildings obstructed our views of the other half), close to the subway and the 59th Street Bridge… I’m really gonna miss it. But it just got too small for our growing brood.

As I keep saying, it’ll be nice to finally have my toilet paper and winter coats in different closets.

— The random encounters of weirdness and of beauty in Manhattan. On the same journey on the subway, for a mere $2.75, you can find crazy people muttering to themselves and you about how aliens are invading our country, and moments later hear a gorgeous cello player playing Mozart for $1 bills. There is beauty and lunacy everywhere you look here.

— The bagels and the pizza. I’ve had some good bagels elsewhere, and occasionally you find a good slice in another part of America. But nowhere do you get consistently good, almost anywhere in the five boroughs, pizza and bagels. Even BAD New York City pizza is better than 95 percent of the pies anywhere else, and same goes for bagels.

Yes it’s because of our water that they taste so good. But I’d also like to believe it’s because of the demanding consumers who won’t pay for cardboard-tasting crap.

— And finally, the sheer vibrancy of this place. At any hour, at any day, there’s just so much life here. The pulse, the energy, just the fact that there’s so much to do and it’s all so close by, is such a gift that so man of my fellow NY’ers take for granted.

Take us out, Ole’ Blue Eyes…

**OK, next up today sometimes weird stuff just pops up on the page of a Facebook friend and I’m mesmerized. Remember the Toto song from the 1980s, “Africa?” Of course you do. It’s been played roughly 432,233 times on the radio and in bars in the past 40 years.
Well, a musician named Peter Bence put a new twist on the song, while playing the piano.
It’s an… um, unusual way to play a song. But very, very cool (And how DID Toto, exactly, stop the rains down in Africa? This was way before global warming so I really wanna know how they did it.)
**And finally today, a pretty amazing magician named Joshua Jay has come across my radar a couple of times lately. This is a quick little promo video he’s done, without editing, just incredible sleight of hand. This man is a master… (I can’t get it to embed properly so just click the link above)