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A Visit From The Red Cross, and Abc, Nbc, Cnn…
by Betsy Berne 02/17/2002Neighborhood: Tribeca
During the past few weeks, representatives from Red Cross have been going around to people who live below Canal St (in Tribeca, oddly enough, not Chinatown) offering them financial compensation whether they needed it or deserved it, or not. They came to my door. After they left,I wrote about the experience. It was an innocent [...]
Year of the Horse
by Kael Goodman 02/05/2002Neighborhood: Tribeca
I went to XO on Walker Street last night. It’s a small Chinese restaurant, far enough from mott street that little English is spoken there. It’s the kind of restaurant where i like to go by myself…sit at the bar, suck down the rice noodle with shrimp and chinese vegetable, and hide behind a paper [...]
The Model Apartment
by Erich Eisenegger 02/04/2002Neighborhood: Tribeca
We were from out of town. We had finished school, were about to get engaged, and were moving to New York at the end of the summer. They showed us a “model apartment.” They put the hard sell on us. They asked us for a deposit in the form of a money order (can’t cancel [...]
James Bogardus:
The Inventor’s Triangle
by Dorothy Spears 01/02/2002Neighborhood: Tribeca
Bogardus was a watch-maker and inventor who was awarded thirteen US patents and one British patent, for clocks, spinning machinery, grinding mills, gas meters, and devices for pressing glass cuttings, working with rubbers and making postage stamps. He built the first cast-iron fa?ade in history in 1848 at 183 Broadway (it has since been destroyed). [...]
Volunteers of America
by Betsy Berne 12/05/2001Neighborhood: Tribeca
My buzzer rang. It was 4:30 in the afternoon on one of those eerie perfect blue sky 60 degree days–eerie partly because it was late January, and partly because in my neighborhood, Tribeca, those kind of days, for obvious reasons, never fail to trigger a deep foreboding. “Who is it?” I yelled into the intercom. [...]
The Utter Arbitrariness of Cordons
by H. Fenby 11/29/2001Neighborhood: Tribeca
On September 11th, I stood at Washington and North Moore for six or seven hours, near a triage center, waiting for all the lined-up ambulances and fire engines to be given the all-clear to go in. We waited for the injured to come for care and comfort. All the ripped-open bandages, makeshift guerneys, stacks of [...]
