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Magic Hair

by 03/21/2005
Neighborhood: Outer Boroughs, Queens

Ladies! Who are suffering from terrible and terrible hair days all the time. Who always get out of your house in such pissed off mood because your hair is not shaped the way you want. Who must get up earlier than others to calm your hair down and end up dozing off at work Who […]

Straight Talk on Hair Village

by 06/21/2004
Neighborhood: Outer Boroughs, Queens

Check out Rachel Sherman’s new book! ** No one who does Japanese hair straightening at Hair Village is Japanese. You can’t have highlights if you want your hair straightened. You can’t touch your hair – even put it behind your ears – for three days afterwards. You can’t wash your hair for three days either. […]

Half-Time Show at the Jets Game

by Thomas Beller 10/24/2002
Neighborhood: Letter From Abroad, Outer Boroughs

We arrived at Giants Stadium. There are four huge spiraling ramps through which the stadium’s population of 80,000 enter and exit. They wind their way from the ground level up to the top, a huge cement coil faintly reminiscent of the Guggenheim Museum, though with a more prison vibe. My friend explained that it was […]

The Klein’s Farm Blues

by 03/04/2002
Neighborhood: Outer Boroughs, Queens

Since I wrote my piece about Fresh Meadows a year ago, the sleepy little Klein Farm has exploded into public prominence. In late 2001, word spread that the elder Klein, now happily ensconced out in Jericho, had indeed decided to sell the no-longer profitable farm, despite the younger Klein’s desire to continue the enterprise. (“It’s […]

Little Girl Lost

by 03/04/2002
Neighborhood: Outer Boroughs

Like the homes of many New Yorkers these days, the Illera apartment in Flushing, Queens, has a small American flag taped to the door. Six-year-old Vanessa answers the knock, her hair held back with a stars-and-stripes headband. She walks inside, past the Colombian flag in the kitchen, into the living room. The walls of the […]

None If By Sea

by 02/10/2002
Neighborhood: Outer Boroughs, Staten Island

Ever since my first wooshing ride down a log flume, I’ve been enamored of water. From sprinklers to swimming pools to lakes and the Atlantic,water soothes me like no other substance. Except beer. So when I heard the Staten Island ferry served cold brew on its cross-bay excursions, I knew I’d found my manna. A […]

Its Own Country

by 02/05/2002
Neighborhood: Bronx, Outer Boroughs

A sloppy silver and rose sunset is visible over the bunker-like structure of the Whitestone Lanes bowling alley, whose sign says: PLAY AMERICA’S GAME/75 LANES OPEN 24 HOURS 7 DAYS. Ahmadullah Raghbat, his uniform and sneakers in a polystyrene shopping bag, stands waiting for the bus. Raghbat is a young Afghani, and though he has […]

Take the A Train

by 02/03/2002
Neighborhood: Outer Boroughs, Queens

Peggy Darlington has always loved the New York City subway. As a little girl, she rode the trains frequently, and when she wasn’t on a train, she played “train” in her bedroom. One day, Darlington’s parents ordered her to play with dolls. After finding that she had put the dolls on pieces of cardboard to […]

A Rhythm of Sounds

by 01/27/2002
Neighborhood: Outer Boroughs

If I leave the windows open in my classroom, I can hear the endless hum of traffic coming from the Long Island Expressway. There’s a certain degree of wonder in its sound. So many people, an endless whoosh of thoughts and dreams whipping past me like rush hour- forever. There’s this postcard I keep in […]

Morgan Stanley’s Free Lunch

by 11/03/2001
Neighborhood: Letter From Abroad, Outer Boroughs

First came the hugging and the crying and the storytelling. We’re all alive and it’s groovy. Long live the marketing department! Long live the company! We’ll rebuild! Then came the fatness. Working in an office, in a cubicle, is the surest way to obesity. You scorch your eyes looking at the Internet all day, sipping […]

Fresh Meadows Revisited

by 03/04/2001
Neighborhood: Outer Boroughs, Queens

In 1949 I arrived, aged seven, at the threshold of P.S. 26 in Fresh Meadows (Queens), and saw there, graven in the imposing door frame above, the words: Rufus King Public School. Who, I wondered, was Rufus King? It was quite likely my first historical query, though I wouldn’t have been able to conceptualize what […]