Aperson only gets to move to New York City for the first time in her life once, Angela, and it's a pretty big deal. Perhaps this idea doesn't hold any romance for you, since you are a born New Yorker. Maybe you take this splendid city of ours for granted. Or maybe you love it more than I do, in your own unimaginably intimate way. Without a doubt, you were lucky to be raised here. But you never got to move here--and for that, I am sorry for you. You missed one of life's great experiences. New York City in 1940! There will never be another New York like that one. I'm not defaming all the New Yorks that came before 1940, or all the New Yorks that came after 1940. They all have their importance. But this is a city that gets born anew in the fresh eyes of every young person who arrives here for the first time. So that city, that place--newly created for my eyes only--will never exist again. It is preserved forever in my memory like an orchid trapped in a paperweight. That city will always be my perfect New York.