So…
I wish your answer had included a clause for identifying specific times in history, as history, like in venturing into the past, for me, would be the direction I would go to seek the better days enjoyed by the two options you have illustrated for perusal.
Sorry. It seems as if your question has evoked some nostalgic pining – and possibly an array of anxious twinges and suppressed emotions. Oh, don’t fret, I’ll get through this. And I promise, I will never, ever, hold you personally responsible. I mean, I did choose to click: Answer this question.
The edgy gritty qualities of Times Square which beckoned me as a young boy, to come and compete for a piece of the pie, has transformed into a dizzying spectacle of corporate dominance, in the shape of a familiar oasis on our planet akin to the Mall of America. Everything familiar and comfortable from the pages of America’s Pop Culture and Cuisine resides there now. So. Not much that is uniquely Times Square is there anymore, to me. So…
Somewhere in the great state of Maine, there used to be this beautiful little lake, and the Bass fishing was outstanding. We would rent a cottage, a small canoe, and some antique looking gear, to fish for our supper from sunrise to sunset. Yes, we were anglers, roasting fish over a campfire long into the night. Where is that lake today? Neglect, and acid rain, has all but diminished the catch, and the cottages have been left to rot, as they await the bulldozers prepping new foundations for a string of pink plastic condos. No one believed, and I guess that no one fought hard enough. It’s all gone now. So…
In the middle of both destinations, there used to be a hot dog stand. All of the busses and cars would stop by the thousands each day to chow down on delicious foot longs, fries and real fizzy soft drinks. Everyone, including me, was on their way, traveling between Times Square and the country. Now, just a few hundred yards away, there sits this enormous interstate highway, with tolls and high-octane coffee bars, perfectly designed to speed up the journey from Times Square to that lake in Maine and back again. And you can do just that, as you by-pass the hot dog stand, which is now a sculpture to the history of progress in America, in the form of a jagged pile of dried timber and rusted ash in the overgrown weeds on the side of a road. So…
So… I want it all. I want both. Yet, what are currently left for me to choose from are, yes, indeed both, but not at all any bit of the both I truly remember.
So…?