Our son Cole has lived in Brooklyn, New York for almost two years now. It's been an adjustment for us almost as much as it's been for Cole. I said almost, because you can't appreciate what it's like to live somewhere until, well, you actually LIVE there.
Since Charlotte and I aren't moving to Brooklyn anytime soon (who am I kidding, I might as well say ever), we have developed a deeper appreciation of the city. Every town comes with a pre-packaged stereotype.
People in New York think everyone in Texas wears a cowboy hat, drives a truck and owns a ranch (well if the stereotype fits...).
In Texas, we think New York's an urban jungle full of concrete, steel and people who are always in a hurry and call it NU-YAWK. Ok, part of that's true, too. But, the concrete and steel part?
Not so fast.
Thanks to our Brooklyn-by-way-of-Colleywood-Texas-son, we're discovering there's a lot more to the city than Times Square and the monkey-on-meth hyperactivity of Midtown Manhattan. Brooklyn's the Big Apple's hip cousin and there's a lot of scenery if you know where to look.
Here's a look at one of our favorite walking tours up to the Brooklyn Heights Promenade.
Truman Capote lived over here
The closer you get to Brooklyn Heights, the more architectural details you'll see. Truman Capote lived over here.
This is the gateway to the promenade. When the weather is nice, even NU YAWKERS occupy the scores of park benches that line the pathway and just take in the view.
I'll do a post sometime on Brooklyn after dark. That's a whole different scene. Until then, I'll leave you with one of our favorite Brooklyn hangouts.
OK, maybe there's something to this whole stereotype thing after all.