1995: The year I moved to New York City. I would have moved sooner; getting attacked by a lunatic on the 2 train in 1990 made me hold off for a while. Apparently, riding the subway after dark in the 80's and early 90's in New York was a gamble. Things have changed dramatically; the subways are relatively safe (although they say in New York, "anything can happen". So if you are on the subway, just try to look like you are from New York, or you've at least lived there for more than 3 years. Don't stare at anybody, and don't draw attention to yourself and you'll be ok.). But I was afraid for a long time, until my desire to play jazz with the best players outweighed my fear of being attacked on the subway. And eventually, I could ride the subway at all hours; even after a Bradley's gig, which would end at 3am, I would take the subway to Brooklyn.