Thursday, December 16, 2010

Mechanic's Alley

Near where Gramma, Bubbie, Aunts, Uncles, Mom, Dad and many friends lived

The roar of the trains on the bridge is so constant it becomes the sound of silence. Whoever lives on this block truly lives in this city for there's no space for anything but Her New York.

1 comment:

Bucko said...

"Her New York" becomes more than a place. It becomes a presence.