My mom and dad grew up in 1950s New York City — with my dad being in West 91st street in Manhattan, and my mom in the Fordham neighborhood of the Bronx.

They both left New York City in the late 1960s and moved to a small, Upper Middle Class town in upstate, where they raised my brothers and I. Even though my hometown in upstate New York is only about 60 miles north from Manhattan, my father almost never took us to “the city” when I was growing up in the 1980s and 1990s. Every time I asked why, he would always reply with “the city is different now.”

It wasn’t until I went to college at NYU in the early 2000s that I figured out first hand what my father was talking about.