I love New York. I love everything from the smells to the blisters to the garbage on the mean streets. New York, New York. It’s glamorous and glorious. I moved to New York six years ago, and I’ve lived in the same building in Hell’s Kitchen for five of them. My neighborhood, which was once… Read more »
Before air conditioning, I spent entire Yorkville summers with the lights out in our 517 East 83rd Street apartment. Mom could page through a calendar in the winter and start sweating when June, July, August flipped by, but Dad loved the heat. He slept under a pipe in the Navy. Made for nice conversation. One afternoon… Read more »
