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14 June 2008 @ 06:30 am
Theatrical Muse: Week 235: Question 235  
Name: Dr. Sid Hammerback

Fandom: CSI: New York

Word Count: 889

Show us where you live.

Where do I live? Times Square, where you can walk, talk, and congregate. Where people pay millions to create and host spectaculars, where there are jumbotrons that hark illuminated neon advertisements, and where you can find the coolest parties. Then, when New Year’s Eve rolls around, people group there and watch everything and anyone, waiting to bring in the New Year so they can revel and party and sleep it off the next day.

The Empire State building, the way it rises, tapering like a candle, all stainless steel shininess and requisite importance. Once empty and now important, where people thrive and do whatever they do, the tallest building around here today. Where Evelyn McHale jumped, where she considered that she wasn’t a good wife, where she wasn’t good enough for anybody and ended her life. The place you can go to visit the observation deck and see everything imaginable, that is where I live.

Central Park, the lawns and the structures within it, the bodies of water you can stare at, the flowers that perfume it. The statues, Balto, Bolivar, Columbus, Alice, Ward, Saint-Gaudens, all these things to see! All the sites to take in, all the smells, the food, the people throning through it! The delightful antiquities and the prevailing modernisations, it is, truly wonderful.

Yankee Stadium, I’ve been there, where you can smell the grass, where you can hear the bat and watch the players dance across the bases. The history of that place, where countless of fathers and sons have surely held court, discussing together play tactics and player choices, the stuff of city made kings of imaginary height and spectacular faith.

The World Trade Centre, the Twin Towers, the place, those rooms that burnt and fell, all the people who escaped and all those who didn’t. That Priest who died, that Fireman who died, the people who choked to death on smoke and flame, hate and pointless terrorism fuelled indulgences. The people who blackened their faces and scarred their minds digging through the rubble, all concerns in a mighty furore because they just might save one more person, and that would be one more alive, not one more departed. All the people left behind, most of whom continued, smiling in the face of adversity and rejoicing mournfully in the solidarity of a union brought about by such recklessness and spite. That is where I live.

I have lived in New York City, the Big Apple, the city that never sleeps, for my entire life, save the select and quite short period after I was born in Canada. Origins aside, I am a New Yorker in every sense, in tastes and faiths, in my mixed accent and my ability to inherently understand the meaning of unity that such a city provides every person within it. I have lived here for decades, and for decades I have watched the movement of people and life within this place, the cautious and sometimes exuberant ebb and flow of the tide of continual existence in a place where high rises rule and train timetables are a second language. Gradually, more and more as I became a Medical Examiner, I have seen the darker side of this place where I live, but I don’t love it any less than I have ever done. The hopefulness of this place, its happiness, the bright culture of all the inhabitants it contains, such things always come out on top, and if they didn’t exist here, well, I don’t think it would be as big as it is today.

My home, my city, my New York City, it may be an important business hub, a great place for conferences and fashion, retail outlets and highly orchestrated ways of getting people to invest, to spend money, but it is much more than just that. Where I live, this place, it has a great repertoire of knowledge to give, it has a lengthy background of development and rising above adversity, it has entertainment, places for art, gardens for enjoyment. You can walk the pavement for hours and suddenly be in the middle of Central Park, among the beautiful trees, the brightly coloured flowers. You can go looking for a place to see something wonderful, and you just might end up in the Empire State Building, or Times Square, or even previously, Yankee Stadium.

I live in New York City, and when those planes crashed into the Twin Towers and brought the World Trade Centre down in flames and rubble, the city was scarred, and the people who were there, they witnessed all the death and destruction. But look at us today, though, we are still here, still living, breathing, loving, crying, hating, all those things that constitute life in general, and the continuing of life at large. No matter what we suffer, at the hands of anyone, so many of the people of this city are wonderful. We are always there to support someone else, to help each other, and nothing that can be done to the city, can ever bring us down. I can work with the darker side of society all I want, and I have experienced the darker side of the world blighting itself against my home, but I will never stop loving where I live. I will never stop loving, full stop.
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