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.
Sounds of spring - It's mid-April, and we still have a couple of weeks to go before any signs of a hatch at the Tompkins Square red-tailed hawk nest. It's a dull time for haw...
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