New York City in December

I was up for my annual visit to New York City to see the December Christmas lights (with a doctor’s appointment and two business meetings on the side), then a stopover out East for the firm’s Holiday lunch. What a cold shock it was—28 degrees—after the low 80s temps in Florida. Needless to say, I was under-prepared even with my winter puffer coat, gloves, and wool beanie cap. Despite all the complaining, a visit to New York this time of year, even a short one, is worth the effort. The colors along Fifth Avenue south of 57th Street, down to the Rockefeller Christmas tree, are resplendent. Throughout the years, going back to the days when my late wife, Judie, and I first settled into our studio apartment at Second Avenue and 38th Street, I have always made it a point to take in the bright lights and festivities of the holidays as only New York City can do.

The scent of roasting chestnuts wafting from the sidewalk vendors brings back early memories of my girls, clamoring to buy a bag of the warm treats after sledding in Central Park on snow days. I take a quiet walk along the paths where only a few dog walkers travel with their charges. The cold winter winds blowing through Central Park down Fifth Avenue force the crowds to move quickly, with no lingering at the decked-out department store windows. I recall lifting each of my girls up on my shoulders to view the lavish holiday displays at Saks Fifth Avenue. As always, no matter the weather, the Salvation Army volunteers ring their hand bells, beckoning passersby for a donation to the poor. Set against all the wonder is the presence of the homeless, huddled in the doorways of the churches on Madison Avenue, awaiting access to the few beds available in the local shelter. For them, there is no escape from the bitterly cold weather. I cannot accept that with all this festive cheer, we as the community of plenty cannot find ample shelter for the homeless. My heart goes out to these people, especially when I see young children among the adults.

My experience in New York each holiday season is a reminder, upon my return to Palm Beach, to reach out to The Salvation Army as well as The Lord’s Place, the shelter that serves the West Palm Beach area. It is essential to start the New Year with gratitude and giving, particularly to help those who cannot help themselves. My New Year’s resolution each year is to do more. Please help those who cannot help themselves.