This city speaks to you in mysterious ways. Waiting to cross Madison Avenue at 34th St. today, I stood next to an elderly gentleman with a crate on wheels. As we waited, he looked into the sky and started shouting very slowly and very loudly, "New York City! I love you!" He repeated this joyous mantra at least 10 times before I got out of earshot.

There's a whole lot of crazy in this town, but sometimes it's the crazy that makes the most sense. I love you too, New York City.

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[Sprague]

I've been meaning to comment on this one...

I agree that the city, as medieval and horrifying as it can be, often delivers little epiphanies like this one.

It reminds me of another golden moment that my ex-boyfriend experienced years ago. He was walking through Union Square around 8 o'clock on a Sunday morning and was met by a very bedraggled drag queen who was parading down 14th Street swinging a bouquet of (no doubt stolen) red roses and screaming at the top of her lungs, "My boyfriend gave me these roses because he said I was a good bitch!"

Not quite as uplifting as the moment you experienced but, honey, in my book that's an epiphany.