Roy Cohn from Angels in America :: Personal Narrative Writing

Roy Cohn from Angels in AmericaThe trip to Brooklyn didnt turn out the way I expected this morning. I went back to Brooklyn looking for the emotional state I had left when I went to college. My father, the Judge Albert Cohn of the New York extract Supreme Court always valued me to go away and find a life story outside of Brooklyn. It meant a lot to him to have his only minor to go out of Brooklyn and continue what he called his judges legacy. However, I always degenerate what I had left. Life for me has been a struggle since I became an aide for Senator Joseph McCarthy. Im an American patriot and my job those days was to prove to the country that the State Department was full of communist infiltrators, but the Senator and I had become what the Communists and Liberals call discredited. The Senator charm in the countrys politics had decline but my influence is still strong. I didnt fade away as he did. I always wanted to walk the streets that I walked when I was a child one more clip to reassure myself that the struggle had been worth it. I yearn when Im alone to feel again the joy I felt when I walked by the big houses of Rugby Road on my way home after school. Walking those streets one more time, I wanted to feel Brooklyn the way it felt to me then. Like a magical kingdom. Like the Jews in the promise land after wandering in the desert for twoscore years. Time seems to stretch endlessly on those days ten minutes felt more as an hour and summer felt like the alone year. Nevertheless, this time, it hadnt worked out that way to me. The magic feeling that felt as a boy looking at those houses from the sidewalk was no longer there. It seems that my clock had stared working right again. A minute was a minute and an hour was sixty minutes as it was everywhere else. Tick, tick, tick... tick. I couldnt stretch time again or at least not today.After my conversation with the old man, I didnt feel I could continue walking those streets anymore. He had taken away in minutes the feeling of anticipation I had in the subway while it went over the Manhattan Bridge on its way to Brooklyn.