What the "I-wish-he-was-my-boyfriend" 20 years my senior, alcoholic, eye-opening, life changing, insufferable, insane, fanatically honest, painter, writer and drinking buddy said to me in 1980. And who, in his generous way, invited me to understand I was not a disco barfly girl, but in fact someone who sought to express a perception of the nature I saw around me.
Mass Transit and Manure: New York’s Lost Era of Horse-Drawn Streetcars
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New York City summers are not easy. The heat, the humidity, and, of course,
the smells. Put this together with street traffic and delayed subways, and
it...
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