Good-bye, Hilton New York. Good-bye Best Western President.
Good-bye, Chrysler Building. Say hi to the others — I’ll catch them next time.
Good-bye, Broadway. Good-bye 5th Avenue. Good-bye 59th Street. Good-bye corner of Grove and Benton — what great Friends you made.
So long, Times Square. You’re a little flashy, but I like you anyway.
Good-bye, $5 silk pashminas, $5 hats, those wrinkled old paperbacks arranged on the folding table next to the old Dylan albums.
Good-bye, King-Kong-sized M&M. I loved how you aped that movie in your gargantuan ads. While I’m gone: no monkey business up there.
See you around, Radio City Music Hall, Ed Sullivan Theater, Museum of Modern Art, New York Public Library.
Good-bye, Patience and Fortitude.
Hey, Bryant Park: thanks for being so cool.
See you later, NY Giants. Good luck this afternoon.
Ciao, all you little pizza joints. Tell Starbucks to piss off.
Good-bye, New York cabbies, city buses, and grubby old subway trains. You have charms all your own, and you treated me well.
At ease, mounted police. You did a great job.
All the best, NYFD. It was a pleasure abutting your firehouse. This city is proud as hell of you all, and it shows.
Good-bye, frail old black woman in the puffy pink coat who only wanted quarters for the bus. I hope it was enough, and God bless you too.
Good-bye, people singing out loud to the music on their iPods; good-bye street musicians; good-bye that guy in the subway who only knew one chord and just kept strumming it over and over like a mantra, like a prayer for spare change.
Great show, Hunting and Gathering; I have new respect for off-Broadway theatre.
Good seeing you, Isaac Byrne. Glad to reconnect — you’re one of the coolest freakin’ people I know.
So long, The Village. Nice to meet you, Four Faced Liar.
Good luck, pretzel vendors. It can’t be easy out there. (Watch out for those hot nuts carts — those people are crazy.)
Shalom, gang of somber Hasidim protesting against the state of Israel — I admire your discipline, but I admire your chutzpah even more.
Sorry I missed you, World Trade Center site. Hang in there — I hear you’re making a comeback.
I hadn’t heard from you in ages, Beastie Boys on the radio. Let’s stay in touch.
Good-bye, Lady Liberty. I’ll always love you from afar. (Don’t loose your head.)
Good-bye, Martin Amis, Joyce Carol Oates, Francine Prose. Wish I’d gotten to know you better.
Good-bye Billy Collins, Beth Ann Fennelly, Tom Franklin, John Irving, Frank McCourt, Hannah Tinti — you’re an inspiration, all of you.
Good-bye, AWP. See you next year in Chicago.
2 thoughts on “Good-bye, New York”
Dear Dr. Snoek-Brown, I just thought I’d leave you a comment due to the fact that I just stumbled apon this on accident lol… I really liked all of your blogs, especially the last one. I really liked the mental images drawn when you talked about a gargantuan m&m and all of the little burger places. Basically I enjoyed the way you brought the everyday object in a New Yorker’s life to life and a visual representation that is now burned in my mind like when you stare at a light bulb or the sun for too long and then you see the spots when you bling :). I really liked all of your postings, but I looooovvvveeeedddd your last one the most.
Nicely done, sir. (You’re pretty damn cool yourself)