As is the case everywhere, New York City was a different place back then. I was 26 years old, living out my dream of calling the City my home; complete with a career in publishing I was passionate about, and a social circle filled with the most interesting people I’d ever known. As most young people in New York during those golden years, I surfed a life I now recall with a deep sigh, as a truly wondrous time.
My world seemed bound only by the limit of my dreams, and my enthusiasm to make them real.
