Five years can feel like an eternity or a blink of an eye. I
moved to Rochester five years ago this month, and on the one hand, can’t believe I
haven’t lived here forever, and on the other, feel like I just got here. When
my dad was still alive, he’d send us kids newspaper articles (this was before
you could just send a web link…) that might interest us, and in 2001 and 2002,
shortly after Charlie and I got married, he sent me two articles from the New
York Times: “Rochester, Still a Cradle of Invention and Industrial Influence,”
and “36 Hours – Rochester.” And of course I still have them! Of all of the
recommended things to do, I’ve checked many of them off my list, even a defunct
one (Rio Bamba), and the Elizabeth Collection and M.E.T.A.L. Museum (but only
in its current incarnation as ARTISANworks). And I’ve managed to create my own
to-do list and work my way through it, with the help of both old and new friends!
I thought I’d take a few minutes to reflect on my new
life in Rochester. There are certainly things I miss about living in New Jersey
– the proximity to the city and attending Broadway shows and the New York City
Ballet; my long-time city friends; the Morristown Theatre, with its variety of
musical, dance, and comedy presentations; the local duplicate bridge center,
which was an actual place, and introduced me to two wonderful partners who have
become very close friends; Newark Airport, with flights to everywhere. But
there are things I don’t miss: how long it took to get in and out of the city,
and the fact that Charlie rarely accompanied me, because it was such a chore;
not having my own outside space, in our condo complex; the traffic and noise;
the anonymity.
One of my favorite paintings, at the MAG |
Rocapella performing at a nursing home |
Reflections on the Erie Canal |
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