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wwcitizenOne of the images that sticks in my mind from childhood about New York is the jazz music. Whether from Hill Street Blues to the night clubs I passed late at night in the mid 80s and early 90s, in my mind at least (can't think of an actual reference at the moment) jazz has some elements of its home town in New York City. I love that. What I love more is hearing jazz music in a cab on a rainy night with the cab's wiper smearing the rain and oil across the windsheild. I know it may seem gross, but to me it's a jazzy romance. The music always strikes a chord in my heart, especially improv jazz - like in tonight's cab. The rain, cab, and blurry windsheild add a nostalgic harmony to the feelings. It was a sentimental ride to the bus station. The music is echoing now as I enter New Jersey.
