When this first got built, cigarettes and asbestos were A-O.K.
A lot has changed since 1952.
So, everything got shut down and ripped up and replaced and upgraded and inputted...
Even weddings have rehearsals.
On a Friday night, folks from every department, from the bottom to the top and the top to the bottom, forewent that movie or their friends hanging out at the bar, and instead pressed buttons and checked mics.
And made sure that when, in a few weeks, the world gathers once again and attempts to fill those sweeping walls and arched ceiling with some hope for peace, everything works.
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.