I HATED ties...felt like a noose around the neck...I worked for an architectural firm in the city...we designed the Twin Towers, (R.I.P. victims and all my love to the families still all these years later...)...Empire State Bldg renovations...and myriad other sundry projects....we had over 500 draftsmen on staff...Oh, I used to wear them in NYC...ties...expensive ties...REALLY expensive ties, suits, shoes...but at the end of the day...on the way...to the subway...as soon as I got out of the bldg...the tie was in my pocket, my collar was unbuttoned, and I felt...off the gallows.
I felt FREE to breathe...and yeah...the subway home! JOY!
Got home, shunned the suit, rid the loafers, donned the panties, nylons, and silk pyjamas...curled up by the fire and read a great book, or entertained myself with great music on the hi-fi, a bit of red or white wine, and soft slippers. maybe some late night TV...but not too late. My NYC apt wasn't far from the office...but I loved (And still do) my coffee, so coffee, the Times, and off to work! On the subway you folded the paper so as not to intrude on your fellow rider...and then it was off the subway, a bagel or maybe a hot pretzel off the cart in front of the building, and up to the office...another day in NY! GOD I LOVE NYC!
NYC? STILL MY TOWN! We visit every year...twice a year...my wife and I. Christmas, and when I play the NYC Hard Rock Cafe later in the year...Families still abound, we still ride up and down 5th Ave with the Holiday lights and presentations...we leave the 15th and usually come back on the 5th...Give all our office workers the time off...and off we go!
Guess what? No suits, no ties, no tasseled loafers for me! never ever ever again!
Hated ties...
Did I mention WE LOVE NYC?
I thought I did....