Once again I am reminded that I shall never know how another person feels.
Zinsser wrote about his Overtone Years, but it was the sentiment of being a fourth-generation New Yorker that got my strings shuddering.
I've not had rootedness for at least two generations. For whatever reasons, I live like HC Anderson --- figuratively, philosophically.
It's neither good nor bad, this life, but I am just reminded that I'll never know how it feels to be a fourth-generation New Yorker and walk by the apartment buildings that your parents and grandparents lived and died.
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