I have just finished reading Mr. McCabe's article on New York and I say to him what I have said to anyone else—if you don't like it, stay away. We don't need you. You talk about getting pushed around. Yes, you will get pushed around in New York the same way suckers get rooked anywhere (and don't say that your dear metropolis is any better). But try being man enough to push back, just once. Don't make your little bleat of indignation for the record and then meekly do whatever you're told. Stand up. Push back. You'd be surprised the results it gets and the new sense of respect for yourself that will be engendered.
It seems to me that anyone who would check into another Hilton hotel after having been so shamefully mistreated by them deserves what he gets.
I cannot talk with authority about the pubs in this town. I know there are some very nice ones where I live, but as I am an infrequent frequenter I cannot comment with any degree of authority. However, I am assured that if the discerning individual will only discern a little bit instead of following the crowd, he will find anything to his liking. But then that takes initiative and individual thought. And pardon me if I do not agree that saloons are more valuable to a city than museums.
And now the Mets. I don't think you will ever realize how wrong you are. Met fans are not the dregs of the city. Take another look, or put the can of beer down so you can look. See the little old ladies? The young girls with their white cotton gloves? The young boys by the thousands with their baseball gloves and their signs? The college students? The same ones who know that Peanuts is such a great strip because it has done something for the world's losers, which means everybody. And it's not just in New York that this phenomenon exists. Small-town newspapers that don't even acknowledge the existence of the Sodom of the North follow the Mets. Everybody does. But you couldn't be expected to understand why. No one who comes from a city that couldn't even recognize that it had the best living ballplayer, and one of the best ever, playing for its own home team, a city that had to be taught by those same Met fans of whom you speak so deprecatingly that Willie Mays was something special, this city couldn't be expected to understand how a city like New York could love the Mets with all its might.
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