Six years ago, I moved to the Upper West Side in Manhattan, a neighborhood that could be described as a NORC, or naturally occurring retirement community. As described in Wikipedia, “A naturally occurring retirement community (NORC; /nɔːrk/) is a term used to describe a community that has a large proportion of residents over 60 but was not specifically planned or designed to meet the needs of seniors living independently in their homes.”
In the interest of full disclosure, I’m part of that demographic, even though I can still jog along Riverside Drive (and terrify small dogs) and haven’t graduated to a walker or a cane yet, like so many of my neighbors.
This blog will attempt to capture some of the humor still possible to find as we deal with getting older–especially in New York City, which, honestly, can be the best place and the worst place in which to do that.
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Amy, as always, I love reading your blogs. They are so easy to identify with and make me feel like part of a community, even if it is a community of wrinkled senior citizens. I particularly enjoy the ones about the subway. I always say “thank you” and take the seat. One of the few benefits of aging!
Sandy
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