I should preface by saying that I too view Central New York as a fantastic cesspool of crap. I’ve spent 20 years here. I know. But I am very proud to say that in my twentieth year here, I have finally and officially discovered the quintessential Central New York moment.
I was driving from Binghamton
in the heart of October
. In one hand I had a bagel
smeared with pumpkin cream cheese
. In the other I had a cup of hot apple cider
. (In the other, I had the steering wheel.) Truly, there is no better way to experience autumn
than through pumpkin cream cheese and hot apple cider. As I hit the highway
, the hills opened up and I got my first look at how far the country had already gone into orange and red and yellow. More amazing than anything else, the leaves played against a deep blue sky
, uninterrupted by even a single cloud
(for the sake of all those non-central-new-yorkers out there, I should mention that this is a VERY VERY bizarre thing). It was cold enough to feel crisp, but warm enough to leave the windows down, and I sighed to myself through cream-cheese stained lips, breathing real fresh air
, thinking "Damn! THIS
is why you live in Central New York. THIS is what I’ve been looking for. Damn it feel good to be alive!"
Then it started to snow
I rolled up my window and went back to sulking about how this place suck
s so much.