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Funky Piers of Tribeca
by Kate Walter 12/01/2005Neighborhood: Tribeca
I’m savoring the last days of Pier 25, which closes next month for a three year renovation. I loved this funky wharf in Tribeca– a rest stop on my daily bike rides through Hudson River Park. I would visit the Sweet Love Snack Shack for a lemonade or veggie burger grilled on an old fashioned […]
Brookti & Me: A Story of Adoption, Episode #2
by Betsy Berne 02/13/2005Neighborhood: Tribeca
The introduction to this column, and its first episode, can be read here. ** Episode #2: I expected freaky racial—and class—‘episodes’, which are inevitably intertwined, when Brookti touched down. I knew the most common ones to expect and assumed I’d easily brush them off. What I didn’t expect: how intricate the race/class hiearchys are (I […]
Brookti & Me: A Story of Adoption
by Betsy Berne 01/27/2005Neighborhood: Tribeca
Brookti came from Ethiopia 8 months ago when she was around two. Initially I’d tried to adopt domestically, but it turns out that adopting in the U.S. as a single mother, aside from being a 21st century version of some kind of slave trade, (i.e. black/interracial children are ‘a third of the price’ of Hispanic […]
Village Car Wash
by the man with the funny camera 06/08/2003Neighborhood: Tribeca
This man is proud of his work. He’s from Russia.
On Cleaning: An Interview With My Mother
by Betsy Berne 02/04/2003Neighborhood: Tribeca
I wasn’t always a compulsive cleaner. Quite the contrary: I was once slovenly and slothful– an unmitigated slob. The cleaning disease crept up on me over the years like a bad case of the measles; until, lo and behold, I’d become a fullblown clean freak. The kind who, at 6:00pm, reaches for the Fantastik with […]
At The New York Academy of Art You Are Always Being Watched
by Josh Gilbert 10/12/2002Neighborhood: Tribeca
Pictures by Josh Gilbert I dropped by the New York Academy of Art with my spiffy digital camera, feeling like an artist and ready to snap a few pics while I waited for my friend, Beag. Needless to say, it didn’t take long for me to feel like a fraud. For one thing, my friend […]
Saturday Morning at Puffy’s
by Erich Eisenegger 02/17/2002Neighborhood: Tribeca
A few drunk men standing around the television in Puffy’s Tavern on a Saturday morning is not that unusual for the historic watering hole–back before when Tribeca became DeNiro-ified, a man “Puffy” opened his bar at the corner of Hudson and Harrison at 6 a.m. and closed it at 4 in the afternoon so the […]
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. […]