I wandered around the Lincoln Center plaza after a 2 ½-hour performance by Hugh Masekela, who played trumpet, sang, and even danced with great energy. The concert was the second of two nights celebrating his 75th birthday.
Not many people about given that it was the day after Christmas and rather chilly.
I am not the only native to feel this way. Here’s an old native New Yorker joke — Q: what’s the definition of a gentrifier? A: someone who arrived five minutes after you did.