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It was the Sunday before Thanksgiving, the morning after I had ended things with Lyell. I felt a palpable weight lifted off me. That morning, everything felt bright and pure and new. I walked into a coffee shop on the corner of Bowery and Bleecker Street and noticed a familiar face on the other side of the front entrance. He [...]
In 1991, Joe Chinnici, my landlord, offered me a cash deal if I would decline to renew my lease. The top-floor apartment at the corner of Bleecker Street and the Bowery had been my home for 13 years, the longest I’ve ever lived anywhere, before or since. In retrospect, I like to think that it was my true childhood home; [...]
When my son and I moved to the Bowery in the late 1970s, we took our place alongside the slow-marching parade of men and women who moved through those streets like ghosts. Some were devoid of identity and shape and earthbound spirit; others were vivid and sublime. A black man, a vagabond who trolled the streets with a pirated shopping [...]
The front of the White House wasn’t that bad. The reviews online had been awful but perhaps they’d been hasty. The doors were bright blue and no place with bright blue doors could be that bad. I heaved my suitcase over the step. At the train station, a frat boy had tried to help me with it. “Jesus Christ, how [...]
