Sparks Ignites

New York, New York… Sounds so nice they named it twice. Not really, when you’re there you have to repeat it, because it’s noisy, overcrowded, and no one can hear you.   Mid-town Manhattan streets are cavernous canyons of cacophony. Try a leisurely stroll through Times Square to take in the sights. It’s impossible. You’re fighting a swarm of people who are coming at you from every direction. “Watch out!” Tourists are stopping to have selfies taken with a Super Hero, a Disney Princess or a Giant Muppet. “No kids, Tickle Me Elmo is in Toys R US, that’s HPV Elmo – stay away.” “That’s Iron Lung Man. The real Iron Man doesn’t smoke or hack into his facemask.”   “Oh Look! There’s orange Mr. Snuffleupagus. He lives in a tower on Fifth Avenue.” It’s mass confusion and sensory overload. I need Xanax and a horse blinder so I don’t have a panic attack. I try to enjoy the arts and entertainment that New York has to offer; it’s just th