WELCOME TO THE USA
Television comedian and writer Dom Joly explains why he's happiest across the water.
I can still picture every trembling step of my first moments in America. It was the summer of 1987 and I’d taken a train from Toronto to New York. I’d just left school and this was my first big solo adventure. I was almost giddy with excitement. The train slowly pulled into Grand Central station, very early on a crystal-clear-skied New York morning.
I can remember tentatively dragging my little black suitcase through the breathtaking central hall of the station. It was like stepping onto the set of a thousand familiar movies. There was something unique about the place — a discernible energy in the air that you could almost touch. All around me an ethnic kaleidoscope of New Yorkers rushed from destination to destination as though their lives depended on it.
It was the “Wall Street” movie era — greed was good and lunch was for wimps. As a visiting teenager, I felt out of place, like the only living boy in New York without a job. It was curious. Fuelled by excitement and disorientation, my first responses to the city were almost an out-of-body experience, floating high above the Big Apple.
I can remember tentatively dragging my little black suitcase through the breathtaking central hall of the station. It was like stepping onto the set of a thousand familiar movies. There was something unique about the place — a discernible energy in the air that you could almost touch. All around me an ethnic kaleidoscope of New Yorkers rushed from destination to destination as though their lives depended on it.
It was the “Wall Street” movie era — greed was good and lunch was for wimps. As a visiting teenager, I felt out of place, like the only living boy in New York without a job. It was curious. Fuelled by excitement and disorientation, my first responses to the city were almost an out-of-body experience, floating high above the Big Apple.
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