New York City is hauntingly a specter of what it used to be. The city is hard enough to bear with its bitter winters and bone-chilling temperatures. But I always loved New York no matter what time of year, in the unbearable swelter of summer or the frost-bite of Christmas. There is an energy or force field that surrounds the city that makes it the greatest city in the world. It’s not that anymore. I hate to say it. For as long as I can remember, I had longed to live in NYC. I’m over it. The bars were dead. The people were sad. It’s depressing. But maybe I’m mistaken…because maybe that’s what Americans are feeling everywhere else in the country and it just happens to be that NYC magnifies what the country is feeling: the good, the bad, and the ugly. Right now, it’s just plan horrifically ugly.