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My conversion to Judaism in 1977 began while having lunch with my girlfriend at the original Purity Diner on Seventh Avenue and Union Street.A few guys came into the diner who knew her and said hello. She introduced me to them, and one asked if I liked to play basketball. I said very much, and he said we have a [...]
Back in the day, well, sometime in the 1980s when Ronald Reagan was as far-out and far-right a president that the human mind could contemplate, you could still afford to rent your own apartment in Park Slope, and not shared with 15 other roommates, even though you were neither the employee nor scion of a hedge fund. I was living [...]
In 1979, when my boyfriend Bob bought the house, Park Slope had not yet exploded in a frenzy of gentrification. But change was on its way. Young professionals from Manhattan, starting families and priced out of Brooklyn Heights, were establishing themselves, transforming 7th Avenue with upscale specialty stores and busily renovating neglected brownstones with woodwork to die for. But the [...]
Isn't it fitting to think of Wordsworth when raising a baby? “Surprised by joy—impatient as the Wind”—best to cut the poem there. He authored so many other polished pieces about childhood and how the mind changes when growing up and old, crowned by the great koan-like first line of The Immortality Ode, “The child is the father of the man.” [...]
The evening kicked off with a lively discussion of garbage. Now that Harriet and Karl have settled into Apartment 1, they were encouraged to proceed in beautifying what has become, even by the building's lax standards, the eyesore outside their front windows. Mary says she knows of a woman who has made concealing trash a specialty. Sheila cautioned that any [...]
