The last time I was in NY, it was almost twenty years ago for the funeral of my wife who was beaten and raped by a guy with a gun. She was beaten and raped in Ohio, but she grew up in NY where "nobody needed a gun" so she wouldn't learn to shoot or carry despite all of my pleading and begging. She didn't die immediately after the attack; she died a little bit more each day for the next eight plus years. The time before that when I was in NY was for the funeral of a distant relative. A 8th grade boy had committed suicide because his wonderfull, left-wing lunatic teachers wouldn't do anything to stop the other kids from bullying and harassing him. Yea, NY is a great place.... to be from... far, far away from.