Roy Cohn from Angels in America :: Personal Narrative Writing

Roy Cohn from Angels in AmericaThe trip to Brooklyn didnt turn pop out the expression I expected this morning. I went back to Brooklyn looking for the livelihood I had left when I went to college. My father, the Judge Albert Cohn of the New York State dogmatic Court always precious me to go away(p) and find a life outside of Brooklyn. It meant a lot to him to have his only sister to go out of Brooklyn and continue what he called his judges legacy. However, I always miss 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 geezerhood was to prove to the country that the State Department was full of communist infiltrators, just the Senator and I had become what the Communists and Liberals call discredited. The Senator influence 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 ch ild one more(prenominal) time to reassure myself that the struggle had been worth it. I yearn when Im alone to feel again the joy I snarl 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 matte up to me then. handle a magical kingdom. Like the Jews in the promise land after wandering in the defect for forty years. Time seems to stretch endlessly on those days hug drug beautifuls felt more as an hour and summer felt like the whole year. Nevertheless, this time, it hadnt worked out that way to me. The magic savour 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 everyplace 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 t hose streets anymore. He had taken away in minutes the feeling of anticipation I had in the vacuum tube while it went over the Manhattan Bridge on its way to Brooklyn.