One of the joys of raising kids in New York is pointing out landmarks from your past. “That’s where Daddy lived when he met Mommy.” “That’s where I got mugged at gunpoint in 1989.” “They used to sell smack out of that storefront before it became a Sweetgreen.”
After asking what smack was, and my quickly changing the subject, my son, who was then around five and must have seen an endless number of construction sites throughout the day, looked up at me and said, “Daddy, when are they going to be finished building New York?”
