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West Side Judaica: “He had a chance to go big”
by Dan Baum 12/15/2015Neighborhood: Upper West Side
How many times do expect me to walk past West Side Judaica, right around the corner from us at Broadway and 89th, and not go in? I went in and met the owner, Yakov Saltzer. “So every time I drink a seltzer you get a royalty?” I asked. “Don’t I wish.” Yakov was born in 1958 […]
Exhaustion, Faith, or Madness
by Nancy Agabian 12/12/2014Neighborhood: Jackson Heights, Queens, Uncategorized
A group of Asian teenage boys with shaved heads slows down in front of me. It is around 7 pm, not yet dusk, not really day, and we’re passing by a series of low brick row houses with bar-covered windows on 73rd Street in Jackson Heights. The boys look kind of tough, but they are polite as […]
Colin Powell, Elvis Presley, and Mario Cuomo
by John Oliver Hodges 06/12/2014Neighborhood: Kew Gardens Hills, Queens
Often the Jewish dumpster is stuffed with bread: not tonight; but walking home a man in a hat says, “Excuse me. Are you Jewish?” I say “No” because last time I was asked that question I said “Yes,” and three Jews wrapped me in ribbons and made me repeat a lot of strange words. So […]
An Education on Avenue B
by Jacob Margolies 03/23/2014Neighborhood: East Village
In 1971, when I was 11 years old, my world was turned upside down when my parents decided to send me to a Jewish Day School on the Lower East Side. From grades 1 to 5, I’d gone to the Downtown Community School, or DCS as it was called, on East 11th Street. It […]
It’s Not A Cult
by Zola Acker 10/10/2012Neighborhood: All Over, JFK/LGA, Letter From Abroad
“I have to get to New York” says the woman in front of me at the Portland, Oregon airport. “You don’t understand, I have to get there.” She repeats this urgently, in a slightly hysterical voice to a man in uniform behind a counter. I smile at her sympathetically. The flight to JFK has been […]
Facing The Day
by Judith Luongo 06/25/2012Neighborhood: All Over, Chelsea, Gramercy Park, West Village
On the first Wednesday of every month for the past year, my walk east from Fourteenth Street and Seventh Avenue where I teach, to the corner of Eighteenth Street and First Avenue took about twenty minutes. There are intriguing neighborhood changes along the way but I was usually lost in thought. I would arrive at […]
Can’t Say No
by Maggie O'Connell 01/24/2012Neighborhood: Cobble Hill
You didn’t say no. You never said no. You wouldn’t even think of saying no. So, when he arrived at the door of my tenement apartment at 1AM, unexpected, unannounced, I didn’t say no. I let him in, against all my instincts. “Hi. I was at the community center. We just finished working. We were […]
We Had Never Heard of Pearl Harbor
by FRED J ABRAHAMS 12/09/2011Neighborhood: Uncategorized, Upper West Side
I hated Saturdays. We had been moderately observant Jews in the small German town where we had lived before we fled to the US. The trauma and anxiety of starting over in a new land with two young children and the horror stories that were filtering out of Europe pushed my mother towards the security […]
Chola’s Habit
by Flo Gelo 11/16/2011Neighborhood: Williamsburg
My younger sister, Chola, a second grader at Our Lady of Good Counsel, is chosen for a special part in the school play. My sister is real cute and the Sisters adore her. Chola loves Sister Romona and gave her a candy necklace for Christmas. She helps Sister Romona erase the blackboard every day and […]
The Day the World Did Not End
by Robin Kilmer 07/08/2011Neighborhood: Harlem, Uncategorized
The world was supposed to end on May 21, 2011. One man I spoke to at a bar was a little disappointed when Earth was still turning at 12:01 AM on the 22nd. I guess that’s what you would expect from someone who is sitting by himself. His face was ruddy with alcohol and he was […]
The Honda Healing
by Amelia Blanquera 07/31/2010Neighborhood: Bronx
It was midnight and Jay and I were walking out of Brook Park in the South Bronx. We had been in the Puerto Rican version of a sweat lodge. Years ago I had attended a Lakota Indian version of the same purification ritual in upstate New York. But this experience was far more spiritual and […]
The Last Day
by Ken Nolan 06/03/2010Neighborhood: Windsor Terrace
I always woke up early the last day of school. My eyes would jump open and I’d sit up and look toward the windows in my parents’ bedroom to see if morning slid through the thick wooden blinds and thin white curtains. I’d jab the bottom of the bunk bed above where my older brother […]