New York, New York...
As John Updike put it: The true New Yorker secretly believes that people living anywhere else have to be, in some sense, kidding.
He adored New York City. He idolized it all out of proportion… no, make that: he – he romanticized it all out of proportion. Yes. To him, no matter what the season was, this was still a town that existed in black and white and pulsated to the great tunes of George Gershwin.
Cheers, Woody. Couldn't have put it better myself!