
I’m back from a whirlwind trip to NYC and its given me a whole bunch of energy – which it wild because I’m still exhausted from walking my hindquarters off. I was still in shock that I was back and actually showing my game in NEW YORK FREAKIN’ CITY when my plane touched down at LGA.
The sad part of being away for a decade is the number of differences from my last visit ( and a far different place when I arrived back in ’89!) – I missed the $20 busses that would go to Grand Central or Port Authority, but didn’t mind the newness of the Airport Shuttle vans that I was sharing with a bunch of other tourists. The changes to the streets making them more accessible to bikes was a welcome change, and the unmistakable tang of weed was everywhere.

After meeting up for dinner with an old friend from my newspaper days at John’s Pizzeria on Bleecker St. (a legendary classic) I checked into my shoebox at the UWS YMCA. A bed, a desk and that was it- shared bath down the hall. I eagerly hit the streets exploring the Lincoln Plaza area, which I rarely visited when I lived in the city. There seemed to be less open, and the effects covid had in shutting down a lot of businesses was glaring. I popped into a restaurant bar, toasted myself an ale for being back in the city and crashed out at the Y.

The main event was the next day, so after a really fun lunch catching up with my cousin (who pretty much moved into NYC as I was moving out!) I hopped on the R train out to Astoria. Queens definitely had the feel of the early 90’s East Village, and my stop at Steinway really gave off old 14th St. vibes. I found the museum, had a quick bit at a nearby pizzeria and checked out the Muppets exhibit before the launch.

The opening was fun, I enjoyed a couple of films by creators who are on the autism spectrum, with a very informative Q&A session, I was especially taken with the film, ‘Once More, Like Rain Man‘ – about a young actress on the spectrum, who is repeatedly told she wasn’t ‘autistic enough’ making a huge point about how autistics are perceived, versus who they actually are.

The rest of the night was a bit of a blur, seeing my game being curated at an honest-to-goodness museum really had an impact on me. It was the feeling that others have seen my work and felt it important enough to share with the world. And being in a city that I love and have a long and storied history with made it that much sweeter.

What also struck is that I was with people who felt as I do: people on the spectrum have important and meaningful messages that need to be told, and oftentimes, their disability either silences them – or puts them in a box that neurotypicals can feel safe around. And they need our help in getting their stories told.

The rest of my NYC trip was seeing friends, wandering the city with camera in hand, getting tons of reference photos for more of my city paintings and just drinking in my town. It was sad to see so many places I spent tons of time in closed, and gathering dust. I wish i could go back, have a drink with old friends and enjoy the heady younger days – but now I’m driven with a new purpose.

To come back and plaster this city with a ton of Booper swag.























