I remember one particular weekend in the city.
After lunch in the mess hall on a Saturday, I purchased a roundtrip train ticket into NYC. I met a couple of buddies downtown and we shared a room. We each had weekend plans.
On Saturday evening, I went to see the Broadway musical "Fade Out Fade In," with Carol Burnett, Jack Cassidy and Tina Louise. It was a hoot! On Sunday afternoon, I watched Mickey Mantle hit a towering drive over Yankee Stadium's right-centerfield wall.
What a weekend!
After the baseball game, I took the subway to Times Square to do some last-minute people-watching.
As darkness fell, I commenced the 15-minute walk to Grand Central to take the train back to New Rochelle. I wasn't in uniform.
Several blocks from Grand Central, I sensed a person tailing me. I continued walking.
"You must be a G.I.," I heard the person call out over my right shoulder.
I kept moving, but glanced backward. He appeared non-threatening and in his late 20s or early 30s.
"Yeah. How'd you know?" I replied, maintaining my pace.
"I could tell by your military bearing," he said, revealing a pronounced "noo yawk" accent.
"Where you headed?" he asked
"Grand Central," I replied, "I'm going back to the post."
"Ft. Dix?" He knew something about the military.
"Naw. I'm at Slocum, near New Rochelle."
"You ain't from here," he probed. "Where you from?"
I kept walking, remembering my dad's admonition: "Show little interest in strangers who show interest in you."
"California?" The guy was relentless! "How do you like New York?"
"I like it."
"What about the people?" he dug deeper.
"They seem OK," I said diplomatically. "Not warm or friendly … but, OK."
"Out-of-towners always portray us that way, and it's not accurate," he lamented. "In fact, I'm gonna prove to you it's not true. Let me buy you a soda. You've got time! A train leaves for New Rochelle every half-hour."
I followed him into a deli and he bought me a 25-cent Coke.