H-E had been mysteriously drawn to NYC, and even more mysteriously to the specific address of 9 East 71st Street.

She could have been mysteriously drawn to an assortment of other magnetic American addresses:

She could have been drawn to Hollywood;

She could have been drawn to Washington, D.C.;

She could have been drawn to Miami, Florida;

Or Palm Springs, California.

Personally, I wish H-E had been drawn to Omaha, Nebraska.

Plus, while 9 East 71st Street had a maestro,mysteriouso, virtuoso, a definitive and essential Mannahattas draw, Omaha had its “Sage of Omaha”, Warren Buffett, a billionaire, financier, come outta nowhere, 5505 Farnum Street. Without flaw.

I would want to draw attention to a drum beat. Of course I would. That’s because love is beautiful.

If drawn to Omaha, and Buffett, H-E would have been a hop, skip, and a jump from her home, or her parent’s, farm slash ranch slash farm/ranch. This poses the question, or raises it, or sees it and skirmishes with it to down drum beat but not to dumb it down– the mysterious magnet of beautiful, talented American daughters leaving their good home to go on the road (it is not Jack Kerouac’s On the Road) — is the magnet, and allure of the billionaire.

This doesn’t explain why H-E gravitated to NYC instead of Omaha, though the insight of the attraction of the billionaire is illuminating. There’s no way Buffett’s love of hot dogs and Ernie Banks and shareholder annual get-togethers in the form of Americana picnics, turned off H-E. (We’re getting warm here– hardly anything ordinarily turned off H-E. She’d seen what barnyard animals, of course domesticated, were doing to each other, since she’d been old enough to walk.) Shit, one thing it isn’t, is LOVE.