I've said it before, and I'll say it again. I love Times Square. I love the way it's grown and changed over the years, and bright lights have been its only constant.
It's why I love seeing these images of old-time NY - either in books or on magnets, like this one from my magnet guy in Union Square.
It's definitely a far cry from where I grew up, where the most lights we have are downtown, when the Christmas star goes up. Also, I use the term "downtown" loosely, given that we have maybe four square blocks of a downtown.
Still, there's something to be said for living in the sticks.
At night, you can look up and sometimes, your only light source are the moon and stars.
Raccoons come up on your backporch to say hello! In broad daylight!
Bunny rabbits hippity-hop to get out of the car's way. Every single time you come home! That's not even counting the deer that live in the woods in front of the house.
Hummingbirds flock to your backyard.
And, aside from the wildlife, you get to speed like a freakin' demon on the backroads.
You get to pass cop roadblocks on the backroads. (Thankfully, I wasn't speeding, but it's actually kinda awesome, they had me show my license. Dude didn't even tense up when I reach into my [albeit cartoon] giant totebag for it.)
And, if you're me, on the way to the highway, you pass what's totally a biker gang hang-out, complete with the Rebel flag and American flag, next to an auto collision shop.
Oh hells, yeah, there's some Sons of Anarchy action going on there. (Awe. Some.)