I have talked about Marc in a previous blog or 2 and I have mentioned that whenever we go out Marc always drives. Until now. It was an act that defied belief. I still have trouble believing this really happened.
Marc and I made plans to go out for Korean BBQ (one of the many Asian cuisines we enjoy). We had recently decided that our current place, Kam Gang San, had lost its appeal and we were on the lookout for suitable replacement. I had gone to a newer place called Miss Korea with my cousin Reuben and his family and we decided to give it a try.
We decided on 7 and he would pick me up at THE HOUSE (a subject of previous blogs and it will be the subject of the next blog).
He showed up in one of his cars, the big BMW I think and he looked at me and said "You drive". I felt the Earth start to shift off its axis. My brain locked up. I started to gasp for breath. I asked him to repeat himself just to be sure I heard right. "You drive. I can't handle it anymore". Just for the record Marc has always been very critical of my driving. I can't blame him. I don't speed excessively and I don't cut people off (on purpose anyway). So it was with some apprehension that I agreed.
It was uneventful. He even let me listen to my music. Real Rock n' Roll instead of that easy listening stuff he likes. There was little traffic and we made it in quickly. If there was nothing exciting to report then why bring it up? A fair question.. During our drive we spoke about stuff that we only talk about with each other. I can't reveal what was said but Marc is seriously considering leaving New York because of it. This was the second unbelievable thing he told me that night. Marc and I have lived in various places over our lives and New York was always home. Its in our blood. Yet now that I have had some time to think about it I can understand his thinking.
Living in New York takes a lot of energy and compromise. I really don't have the head for that anymore. In my travels I have been to places that are close to major urban areas but are in settings that would be unobtainable at almost any price in similar proximity to New York. I know this is heresy but I have to give it consideration.
Will I be able to give up Wo Hop, Centro Vasco and all my other favorite places? Can I live in a town without major league baseball? I don't know but I may be willing to find out.
Stay tuned for future developments.
PS -- Marc wasn't critical of my driving but I took major abuse for my limp efforts at parking. A terrible effort if I do say so myself.
