I resisted for the longest time, long after it went off air; because I associated it with un-New York 1990s garbage such as "Friends" and "Sex and the City"; because of the public obnoxiousness of creator Larry David; and because the Elaine character reminded me too much of an obnoxious woman I worked with at Hearst Magazines.
Call me obnoxiously stupid. It is a beautiful, brilliant, human, and somewhat sad show -- endlessly rewatchable. "The Subway," from January 8, 1992, is as perfect (and necessary) as a Chekhov short story.
Even this New York now seems as vanished as the Hippodrome. . .
