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Tuesday, May 27, 2014
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06.|. Discovering New York City
I have an early and highly visual memory of staying with my grandmother in Forest Hills, where she lived in a great big white brick building...
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A Hasidic man in long grey beard and longer prayer beads, was hunched over a notebook of numbers in long penciled columns. It was a late d...
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Seriously, who grows up to say “I want to be a doorman at a famous nightclub and stay up all night.” It isn’t exactly something you consid...
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[Introduction to a story in process] It was in those dark days, that the bright light ascendant came in the form of the young, the creative...