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Players
by Jennifer Sears 09/12/2004Neighborhood: Financial District
The young musician met the older musician after a concert. It was in a building just south of Wall Street, a part of the city that morphs into a ghost town on late weekend nights. The concert space was run by an organization dedicated solely to the arts and therefore was unheated despite the brutal [...]
About a Toy
by Paul Felten 08/13/2004Neighborhood: Financial District
It was my first day and Beth, who worked in the cubicle across from mine, was talking on her cell phone about sex. I was doing the kind of mindless work that provides a perfect cover for eavesdropping. I kept my eyes on the insurance forms I was stapling and got to know her a little. It [...]
Farewell George’s Five-Dollar Shave
by Scott Schnipper 01/26/2003Neighborhood: Financial District
Along about now, dozens of shaggy guys prowl the streets of New York, looking for a new barber, wondering where and from whose hands their next haircut and a shave are going to come now that the State Barber Shop has closed and Giorgio Campli retired. George left for Italy a few weeks back. There, he’ll [...]
Noppi
by Eugenia Klopsis 10/30/2002Neighborhood: Financial District
1. Well, that’s it, Noppi, I’m up early again, I can’t sleep. My throat is killing me and I’m coughing. I think it’s the smoke because everyone else has it too. The subways are quiet. People bump into each other and don’t apologize. A woman slips in through the closing doors and takes the seat beside me. [...]
The Only Game in Town
by Nick Mamatas 05/20/2002Neighborhood: Financial District
Being a bohemian Communist without a mutual fund, a 401(k), or any valueless dot com stocks to add to the oil drum fires the homeless gather around, I don’t often find myself in the Financial District. But when I do, I get the biggest kick out of seeing white brokers, lawyers and computer guys lining [...]
The Visit
by Peter F. Eder 04/12/2002Neighborhood: Financial District
Over the years, Kathy and I have spent weekends in Manhattan, taking advantage of lower hotel room rates and exploring the neighborhoods. One of the places we liked was the Marriott at the World Financial Center. It isn’t there anymore. And we thought it was time to visit … we wanted to see the Columns [...]
Pizza and Monotheism
by Nick Tosches 01/14/2002Neighborhood: Financial District, Letter From Abroad
The good old days: when you could look to farthest downtown Manhattan and see nothing but open sky and the grand old buildings of another age; when urban blight—the abandoned or bustling warehouses and factories, the vacant lots, the decaying piers, the alleys, the child’s endless treasure-trove of it all—was as romantic and magical as [...]
An Urban Archeologist at Ground Zero
by Dorothy Spears 01/10/2002Neighborhood: Financial District
There is the sense that we are doing something wrong, Diana Wall and I, as we walk south from Franklin Street toward what is arguably Manhattan’s most compelling dig site, the hill of rubble that was, until recently, the World Trade Center. Wall is a New York-based archaeologist, whose book, “Unearthing Gotham: The Archaeology of [...]
Ground Zero Diary
by Lieutenant Mickey Kross 11/02/2001Neighborhood: Financial District
For more than 100 days members of New York’s Fire Department, along with thousands of contractors, have been working in 12 hour shifts in the recovery effort at World Trade Center. With the subterranean fires finally extinguished and the last skeletal wall bought down last week, the work has taken on a new complexion. About [...]
The View From the Seventieth Floor
by Sandy Gelpieryn 01/02/2001Neighborhood: Financial District
I used to gloat about it. Somebody would ask for my work mailing address and I’d reply slowly, evenly, Two-World-Trade-Center. And then pause a beat, just for effect – seventieth floor. Seven –zero. That’s right. There’d often be a comment, sometimes even a gentle, “wow.” My reply varied depending on circumstance or mood. Occasionally, however, [...]
