We both needed to go to the big big suburban store you once only could drive to but now with some strategic maneuvering actually visit without leaving the city.
Carola and I planned this meticulously - from the bags we'd carry to the bus we'd catch and the time we'd catch it to the specific ferry we'd rendezvous with to how we'd would attack the store to allow optimum and efficient use of shopping skills.
And once there we dove into the sweeping views from the cafeteria, the amazing coffee, the running into old friends, and soaring space found in cathedrals and places not New York.
MY PRIVATE CONEY presents IT WAS HER NEW YORK, the short stories that accompany the work-in-progress video and photo collection of the same name (myprivateconey.com - media link - IT WAS HER NEW YORK). The stories and the media explore the tender rubble that holds both my mother, Florence's and New York's soul as one disappears into old age and the other into gentrification. All are real observations and/or experiences with very little tall-tale telling.
Except when it makes the story better.
Please visit myprivateconey.com for additional information and sample works.
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