I wasn’t born in NYC but I became an official New Yorker on 9/11. I was in the city when the towers fell and from that day on, I was no longer an ex-pat. My accent got thicker, my roots got tighter and I set down my fort and never left. Just a few years later, I would bring two children into this world and they would inherit my fierce patriotism to the city we live in. Our passion for the city is universal and I never have to struggle to get my kids in for a dose of culture. One of the things I love about the city is our many "Only in New York moments," of which there are many. This moment occurred on a stroll though Washington Square Park, where my piano playing daughter stopped and watched this incredible pianist play. It wasn't until we walked away that she asked how he got the instrument in and out oh apartment building!