“Stop here please,” I asked my cabbie to drop me off by the park. I wanted to walk down my old street, while the memories still lingered. MacDougal street, was an institution, and still I felt like a fixture. The mesh of tourists, students, homeless and crazy, artists and musicians, writers, comedians and lovers kept coming back. For better or for worse, we all had unresolved issues with the place. I felt like I was still in my small apartment, nothing to lose and everything to gain. I missed the whiff of magic in the air, so I went on a stroll down memory lane. Passing Comedy Cellar on the right, I thought of how lucky someone I knew recently was, that went to see a comedy set on a rainy night, and after a painful performance by a half wasted act, Louis C.K. entered stage and announced he will be taking it from there, on a whim, just like that. That’s magic in New York. Today, Louis C.K. is a MacDougal street fame appearance, and 30 years ago, it was Bob Dylan and Miles Davis.
The air of possibility never settles on MacDougal. The NYC Mecca of creative, social and indulgence lives on, and I’ll always remember it.