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City of Stars

What if I had been raised somewhere other than New York City? What if I had grown up on a farm, under a dark nighttime sky filled with stars? I don’t suppose that in this imagined life as a farmer’s child, I would have ever noticed the stars, just as New Yorkers never notice tall buildings. Rarely are we moved emotionally by what we take for granted.

During a fourth-grade trip to the Hayden Planetarium, I became aware of stars for the first time. And I am now an urban astrophysicist, through and through. To this day, when I travel to observatories on high mountains and I see the sky with a clarity that rivals views from space, I think to myself, It reminds me of the Hayden Planetarium.

In spite of the Planetarium’s profound influence on me and on millions more, the day-to-day life of a New Yorker can remain a sky-starved existence unless you know where to look. References to the cosmos actually abound in Manhattan and are generously sprinkled throughout the boroughs in the form of sculptures, decorations, architectural elements, and storefronts. These abundant cosmic references give fresh meaning to the New York conceit that we live at the center of the universe.