I’m a rabbit who’s never left his warren. My family has lived on York Avenue in Manhattan since 1896. I own the horseshoe that hung over the front door of my great-grandparents’ apartment at #1403. I already have 1500 old photographs of Yorkville, but nothing pumped me up like my recent discovery of the Walker… Read more »
Fifty-one years ago this week, I was lowered into the 1961 Yankee bullpen and shook hands with future Hall of Famers. This event blew my seven-year-old mind. In 2008, the New York Times published the story. What follows is the full version of the events of that day… The Boy in the Bullpen I barehanded… Read more »
Though my family’s been on York Avenue since 1896, my mother’s roots started in East Harlem. She was born on 118th Street and Second Avenue in 1930. Her family left there for the St. Lucy’s parish on 104th Street between First and Second Avenues in the mid-1930s. Above is a photo of mom’s family in… Read more »
