Another Sunday Memory, Another Mother's Day

daughter Florence and mother Sophie

She said they fought a lot but they also laughed hard.  Still, it seemed like her eyes constantly searched for home in her mother's face.

Her mother also seemed to be constantly searching for home.  But somewhere else, far, far away and long, long ago, maybe in another country maybe at a different time maybe only in her hopes and dreams.

daughter Claire mother Florence

I gave up and picked up a camera.

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FRIDAY'S CHILD IS LOVING AND GIVING: AND CAN CHANGE YOUR LIFE BEYOND YOUR WILDEST DREAMS!!!

 There's a reason Friday's Child is now a part of Her New York, if only to say thank you.

AND THEY LIVED 
HAPPILY EVER AFTER!!!!

Two blissful years ago, Ami adopted Timmy (then Lorax), and the love bugs have been two peas in a pod since! Ami takes Timmy everywhere, and she simply can't imagine life without him. They just celebrated their two-year anniversary! Happy anniversary, Ami and Timmy! May you continue to grow and learn together for years and years and years...

WANT SOME PENNIES FROM HEAVEN?? 

BECOME A FOSTER PARENT!

Social Tees need temporary homes for its cats and dogs!!!! 

PENNY THE PITTIE NEEDS A FOSTER HOME! 

PLEASE HELP!!!

What a star! Penny is about two years old, 45 pounds, and nothing but cuddles. 

She's extremely sweet and affectionate, a great jogging partner, and house broken! She needs to be the only pet in the house -- she does not get along with other dogs or cats. If you're a one-pet kind of person, this girl is the PERFECT match for you! She'll steal your heart with her kisses and happy wiggles.

This pretty little pup desperately needs a new foster home STARTING NOW! 

If you can foster Penny or want more info on her, please call 917-612-4163 or email SOCIAL TEES at samantha.socialtees@gmail.com asap. And PLEASE SHARE!

WHAT'S FOSTERING, YOU WONDER?!

Fostering lasts a few weeks, and Social Tees can provide supplies if you need them.  Fostering is SUPER important because it's much healthier for our animals to be in homes than in cages, and it expands our shelter virtually.

AND for every cat and dog that is placed in a foster home, Social Tees can pull another out of the kill shelter. So if you are an animal-lover with commitment issues, FOSTER!!!

For more info on fostering, email samantha.socialtees@gmail.com or check out our FAQs here:

OH. MY. GAWD! 

BAMBI THE KITTEN IS AS SPUNKY 

AS A BABY MONKEY!

She's just as cute and curious, too. This ridiculously adorable little girl is brand new to Social Tees and has already stolen the show. She scampers up and down the bars of her cage and loves to wrestle with any kitty (or hand) she can get her paws on. She's got a gorgeous speckled Tortie coat and awesomely huge eyes. 

Bambi gets along great with other animals -- in fact, she needs to go to a home with another playful cat that she can romp and roll around with.

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Do you want to meet these guys and all the other great pups and kitties at Social Tees, but you're stuck at your desk during the week? Then come to the weekend events at Petco / Union Square!!

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CONTACT SAMANTHA:
samantha.socialtees@gmail.com

Social Tees
325 East 5th Street, NY, NY 10003;
5-7pm Monday to Friday
12-4pm  Saturday and Sunday at Petco at Union Square
212-614-9653;
socialteesnyc.org

Before Summer Began

The fountain was still on.
 
We  visited ...

something felt like it worked today but I felt that feeling 

last year the third rewrite, the fifth,

and that draft was shit spent two 

years on this I'm getting it out 

there the eight CDs, the 

new gig he just thinks it's 

distracting me from I read it out

loud and he said it worked that dog is wearing boots

...keeping company on the long road.

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They were maybe sixteen years old and definitely not breaking up.

She had practically collapsed, looking at her iphone.

Watching him comfort her, pushing her hair away to stroke her face, pointing down the street that  spoke of a plan to make things better, hugging her, holding her when she burrowed deeper into his embrace... I thought who says you're too young to know what love is?

You know when you put your arms around someone because you want to make it better.  You know when you bury your heartbreak into those arms and feel better.

Sunday Memories: Beauty Is As Beauty Does

This is what I remember:

The girls who wore a certain bright blue shadow with it were fast or tough or both, and they also wore high heels with their tight jeans way before it became a ubiquitous look.

The religious girls wore it post-shabbos with full-face on their way to Bernstein-on-Essex, the "soda" shop of the Orthodox Lower East Side crowd, which probably sold soda but it was known for its so-called Chinese food, which wasn't even close to the real thing for those who actually ate tref in Chinatown.

The political girls didn't wear it until maybe the last year of high school or first year of college.  Until then, they wore big, dangling earrings that could have been from Central America or Woodstock, New York.

A small bunch of girls never wore it, still don't.

I was told I wasn't allowed to, but I either borrowed a friend's brown, or stole enough money from some piggy bank, or maybe I even sprung for it myself from babysitting money.  So nervous I'd be caught, I wore my glasses over my new lashes, while checking every mirror we had to see if I had blossomed into a swan.

FRIDAY'S CHILD IS LOVING AND GIVING: ALL YOU NEED IS LOVE LOVE LOVE IS ALL YOU NEED!

 There's a reason Friday's Child is now a part of Her New York, if only to say thank you.

HAPPY LOVE STORY ENDINGS!!!!

"My wife and I adopted Ruby (then Myrtle) three months ago, back in January. 

 I just wanted to let you know how in love we are with our girl. Words can't really describe how wonderful she and and what having her in our home has meant for us. She's sweet, gentle, and funny -- she makes us laugh all the time. 

She's so good with other dogs -- she knows how to play rough but also to be kind when interacting with dogs who have had a troubled past. We can't imagine our life without her. Keep up the good work!"
 

ADOPT A RESCUE PET, and you could be a future Social Tees Success Story!!!! 

325 East 5th Street, NY, NY 10003; 

5-7pm Mon to Fri

 212-614-9653

socialteesnyc.org

GOT A LOT OF LOVE  
BUT AFRAID OF COMMITMENT? 

BECOME A FOSTER PARENT!

Social Tees need temporary homes for its cats and dogs!!!!  SO, if you want to just "date" a pet, this is the perfect way!

 RUFUS NEEDS A FOSTER HOME!!!

Rufus, a cocker spaniel, is about 2 years old, extremely sweet and friendly, great with other animals, and fully house broken. He's about 35 pounds (but he's overweight), and he's a big cuddle bug. 

WHAT'S FOSTERING, YOU WONDER?!

Fostering lasts a few weeks, and Social Tees can provide supplies if you need them.  Fostering is SUPER important because it's much healthier for our animals to be in homes than in cages, and it expands our shelter virtually.

AND for every cat and dog that is placed in a foster home, Social Tees can pull another out of the kill shelter. So if you are an animal-lover with commitment issues, FOSTER!!!

For more info on fostering, email samantha.socialtees@gmail.com or check out our FAQs here:

ALWAYS WANTED TO HOOK UP WITH A MOVIE STAR?

MEET SASHA, THE SOPHIA LOREN OF THE CAT WORLD!

With her gorgeous long tuxedo coat, glowing green eyes, and stylishly lengthy whiskers, Sasha, a big beauty, just arrived a few days ago.  Very shy at first, she's now warming up quickly. She's really into the whole cheek scratching thing, and she pads softly up to the front of her cage for attention when anyone get close.

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Do you want to meet these guys and all the other great pups and kitties at Social Tees, but you're stuck at your desk during the week? Then come to the weekend events at Petco / Union Square!!

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CONTACT SAMANTHA:
samantha.socialtees@gmail.com

Social Tees
325 East 5th Street, NY, NY 10003;
5-7pm Monday to Friday
12-4pm  Saturday and Sunday at Petco at Union Square
212-614-9653;
socialteesnyc.org

SPECIAL EVENT:

MAY 4, 2013
THE NEW YORK PET EXPO

WHO: Social Tees Animal Rescue

WHAT: Come meet some of our adoptable pups at The New York Pet Expo! Bring your pet! Over 100 exhibitors, free admission, discount vaccinations & microchipping, pet costume contest, free nail trimming, and more. Plus, meet Animal Planet’s “The Pit Boss!” *All pets must be on a fixed leash with proof of age-appropriate vaccinations.

WHEN: May 4th (Saturday!), 10am to 6pm
 
WHERE: The Nassau Coliseum, booth #917

FOR MORE INFO: Visit NewYorkPetExpo.com

Home Built By Each Note

The Promise - Marcelo Dominguez Trio

It was years ago when he came here.

This city feels like his city, up all night, tons of people walking billions of sidewalks going in all sorts of directions.

But it is not his city and even if he found people just as friendly as those he left behind and even if he planted himself in the music he needed to live in, and even if he found a supermarket that had food his mom used to make him, over the years I often wondered if he missed the wind and light that only happens on the street you grow up on. I often wondered if it hurt more than needing to be here.

I once loved his city. I once knew it as my home. Even when I missed the wind and the light that only happens on the street I grew up on, I moved down his sidewalks in joy, feeling like I had finally returned back to where I always belonged.

Leaving that home, losing what I had sought all my life, I thought I'd have to live in exile, even if I was living in the city I grew up in.

But that didn't happen. The words I had to write built a new home, one where I felt joy again.

And listening to Marcelo, I wonder, if indeed, the notes he had to play built his.

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The blinds were broken and didn't go up and down.

So, except for peeks here and there, during 10 and 12 hour days, nobody really knew what was going on outside.  

...until rushing by to the printer, she accidentally caught a glimpse through a crack between blinds and called over cubicle walls, "Look!  Look!"

And for a second we all stopped what we were doing...

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A tense moment in The Rifleman

He had waited until 6:30 for HIS show to come on - The Rifleman.

I had never seen it.  I had never heard of it, my understanding of Westerns gleaned from Florence's critiques of bus driving styles and Bucko's Cowboy Lands.

But my father pulled up his chair close to the new flat screen TV that my sister had managed to incorporate into his life from 3,000 miles away, and watched with the rapture of a little boy. 

And then I remembered something.  A conversation had when he was speaking in more sentences than the few dozen he now repeated over and over again.  

Amidst the poverty and the brutal unhappiness, both  at home and on the streets of the Lower East Side, every once in a while, an extra nickel would be found and the kids would race off to the Saturday matinee, probably on Delancey Street.

There, beloved heroes fought favorite villains, the cheers and boos of hundreds of exhausted, usually hungry, tough little kids filling the beat-up old theater.  My father told me that every time the bad guy started sneaking up on their cowboy, they'd all shout, "Look behind you, Cowboy Hoot!!"

I telephoned him, seeing if I could shake loose from the mind slowly fading away, more of those days.  But, other than the names of the cowboys he loved and the cost of admission, there wasn't much left.

Before ringing off, his growing impatience and panic for Meals-On-Wheels to arrive now crowding our conversation, I told him I had never seen The Rifleman until I came to visit him.

"I'm wondering when they are going to run out of plot.  Awful lot of activity in that quiet little town," he said and then hung up to wait for lunch to be delivered.

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FRIDAY'S CHILD IS LOVING AND GIVING: SO GET SOME LOVE WITH SOME GIVING!!

 There's a reason Friday's Child is now a part of Her New York, if only to say thank you.

HAPPY LOVE STORY ENDINGS!!!!

SOCIAL TEES SENT THIS GREAT LOVE STORY:

Back in the fall, the lovely young lady in the picture strolled into Social Tees and told us she dreamed of adopting a small, scraggly, gray, grownup dog.

(We LOVE it when people request a grownup pet!)

Lo and behold, the small, scraggly, gray, grownup dog in her arms arrived at our shelter shortly after, and when they met it was a match made in heaven!

Yacha (formerly Tiki) is about as lucky as a pup gets. Her new "mom" and "dad" (a first-time dog owner) are beyond smitten, and Yacha gets all of the cuddles she can handle.

GOT A LOT OF LOVE 

BUT NOT A LOT OF TIME AND SPACE?  

BECOME A FOSTER PARENT!

Social Tees need temporary homes for its cats and dogs!!!!

Think of fostering as pretend-grandma or grandpa!  Or test your your Auntie and Uncle talents!! You get to love them, spoil them, find them enchanting, and then at some point you send them off to their real home!!!

THIS IS RIHANNA!!

Rihanna got rescued from death row a few months ago when she was pregnant! All of her puppies are happy and healthy and safe, but this mamma needs a new foster home starting as soon as possible!

She needs to be the only pet in the house. Please help -- she deserves just as much love and attention as her puppies! 

HERE'S PRECIOUS!!

She looks like Halloween with her gorgeous orange and black torbie coat, and she's the sweetest, most affectionate creature on the planet. She's about 6 to 8 years old, and she leans into your hand so gently when you scratch her cheeks.

WHAT'S FOSTERING, YOU WONDER?!

Fostering lasts a few weeks, and Social Tees can provide supplies if you need them.  Fostering is SUPER important because it's much healthier for our animals to be in homes than in cages, and it expands our shelter virtually.

AND for every cat that is placed in a foster home, Social Tees can pull another out of the kill shelter. So if you are an animal-lover, and have limited time but tons of love, FOSTER!!!

For more info on fostering, email samantha.socialtees@gmail.com or check out our FAQs here:

LOOKING FOR LOVE IN ALL THE WRONG PLACES??? 

STOP! THIS IS LOVE IN ALL THE RIGHT PLACES!!!

Pistachio is looking for her furever home! She's an active girl- great with all dogs and would do great in a home with a yard and someone active! She's just an amazing pup!!

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Do you want to meet these guys and all the other great pups and kitties at Social Tees, but you're stuck at your desk during the week? Then come to the weekend events at Petco!

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CONTACT SAMANTHA:
samantha.socialtees@gmail.com


Social Tees
325 East 5th Street, NY, NY 10003;
5-7pm Mon to Fri;
12-4pm Sat & Sun;
212-614-9653;
socialteesnyc.org

After Everyone Went Home...

When All Else Fails...

...ask a good question.

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I've only seen this twice in the last year.  The barber shops on 14th Street devoid of the twirling candy cane, I had glimpsed one a couple of months ago as the M15, going too fast to get a picture, barreled  down Madison Street. 

Then of all places, there was this one, in a mall on Staten Island.  Mounted between two doors of a huge room divided by a wall, the men's barbers on one side, the women's hairdressers on the other.

I only peeked into the women's side as I followed the Mariner to his usual guy.  There were a lot of heads wearing ferocious colors demanding their youth back.

The men's side was quieter, both in color and resignation.  There were careful cuts and subtle bracelets.  One or two rings that stated pride and virility, and chains that maintained devotion and prayer.   Even the guy with the blondish pompadour napping in his chair seemed perfectly understated in his style.  

The men's side had their version of a radio playing familiar music - Roy Rogers on the TV.  A man, maybe facing 60, with thinning dark hair and a proud, impeccably groomed 1980's mustache stood transfixed.  For a second he looked like a six year old but with serious facial hair. 

The Mariner had been going to his barber for almost twenty years.  One day, he needed a haircut, the chair was free, his hair looked neat after and that was that.  Every couple of weeks for twenty years.  He was very glad his barber was a Met fan.

Today, as hair got trimmed and cut and buzzed, between murmurs of the season beginning and the dreaded roller coaster the Mets took everyone on, the merits of Staten Island were considered.

Maybe it was the cocoon men step into when they sit down in a barber's chair.  Or perhaps it was the space and privacy of their own vanity that was allowed to unfold.   Or maybe because today a woman was there, one not sweeping up small mountains of hair.  But unexpectedly, the Mariner's guy said almost too softly that he didn't care for Staten Island.

He grew up, he lived, he loved in Brooklyn.  But after the wife's funeral, the memories were too painful.  He had to move.  No memories in Staten Island.  But he still didn't like it.

Later, the Mariner said he never knew that.  Twenty years of every couple of weeks, he never knew that about the man who cut his hair.

I wondered about my father.  His face brutalized by adolescent acne, he had gone frequently to the barber on Grand Street to have his face steamed and his pimples attacked.  I wondered what quiet secrets he might have heard, what wishes he might have risked.

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HAPPY ENDINGS!!!!

Derek, a completely magnificent and truly loving - not to mention ridiculously gorgeous - flame point Siamese was adopted a few days ago! He's a few years old and came to Social Tees from the kill shelter.

He is now in a warm, loving home with a lovely young gentleman who visited him many times -- thinking carefully and respectfully about taking on a new pet -- before deciding that he couldn't live without him.

Three cheers for Derek and his new dad!!!!!!

GOT A LOT OF LOVE 

BUT NOT A LOT OF TIME AND SPACE?  

BECOME A FOSTER PARENT!

CAN ANYONE FOSTER A CAT (like this little hunk named Donnie)?   

Please help! Social Tees need temporary homes for its cats!!  (Ok, like is Donnie adorable or what?)

Fostering lasts a few weeks, and Social Tees can provide supplies if you need them.

For every cat that is placed in a foster home, Social Tees can pull another out of the kill shelter. So if you are an animal-lover, and have limited time but tons of love, FOSTER!!!

Please email samantha.socialtees@gmail.com for more info. 

WHEN'S THE LAST TIME 

YOUR HEART GOT STOLEN!!!!?????

This is Penny! 

She needs a forever home!!! She also needs a new foster home IMMEDIATELY!

Her current foster family loves her to pieces!!!!!! Sadly, they can no longer hold onto her.

She's a 50 pound pit bull mix, sweet as a cinnamon bun, and house broken.  However, she needs to be the only pet in the house. (She's not great with other dogs or cats.)

Email samantha.socialtees@gmail.com if you want to meet her!! She will steal your heart as quickly as she'll take your breath away.

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Do you want to meet these guys and all the other great pups and kitties at Social Tees, but you're stuck at your desk during the week? Then come to the weekend events at Petco!


CONTACT SAMANTHA:
samantha.socialtees@gmail.com
 
Social Tees 
325 East 5th Street, NY, NY 10003; 
5-7pm Mon to Fri; 
12-4pm Sat & Sun; 
212-614-9653; 
socialteesnyc.org

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A sight as intimate the one outside my bedroom window, it was and always is how I travel to the ends of the earth and my soul in search of new worlds without ever having to leave New York.


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Use Your F*#&$*g Words

10:30 at night, the United Nations still toils

Before my auspicious interview with a famous artist to be his intern, Florence  begged, "Please don't curse. And don't talk about sex."

I'm not sure where she got the idea I talked about sex with strange men who could or could not allow me gainful employment.  I had never slept my way - literally or metaphorically - into any professional commitment.

But the cursing? Perhaps she had forgot lessons learned at the feet of masters, me following her down beaten-up streets as she screamed at me or my father curses more foul and vicious than the shocking comments I sometimes spy on a niece's facebook page or now overhear on nicer streets.

Perhaps her spewing blew off enough steam that she was too tired to make a third attempt at stabbing her husband with the letter opener.  Perhaps it was why she only swung at us with open hands or closed fists, not with knives.

Perhaps, like my dad locking himself behind bedroom doors so he wouldn't destroy us, her cursing allowed her to say what was on her mind and not go to jail for murder.

In the middle of a 12-hour day hammering out words of peace, news came of the bombings at the Boston marathon.

It's tougher to find words than throw punches.  It's harder to curse than to destroy. It takes longer to build than to bomb.

But, if you really want to change the world, use your fucking words, asshole.  Use your fucking words.

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There's a reason Friday's Child is now a part of Her New York, if only to say thank you.

A two-month old Jupiter, then called Jimmy, when he was brought into the shelter with his five brothers and sisters. So sick, they were slotted to be put to death when a friend showed up 45 minutes before it was scheduled, brought them home and nursed them back to health.




Some folks say their pet saved their life. At least a guy on a PBS show said that.

I don't think Jupiter saved my life.



I think he saved me from frostbite seeping into my life and killing off bits and pieces. If it hadn't been for him, I probably would have lived on just fine for years, never noticing that parts of my heart no longer felt.


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Once I Was A Man

Adrian and Jupiter

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A Day In The Life

A View From A Kitchen

In the Still of the Night

Cat On A Hot Tin...

The Showdown

Still of Another Night

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HAPPY ENDINGS!!!

MAMA THE HIMALAYAN GOT ADOPTED!!!

Three year old Mama the Himalayan was just adopted a few days ago!

She was in a foster home for a while.  When space opened up at Social Tees, she returned and BOOM! Just like that, she was snatched up.  Her new family just couldn't resist that fluffy cream coat and killer blue eyes!


RESCUE PUPPIES AND KITTIES 
BY LAUGHING YOUR HEAD OFF !!!!!

April 17!!! 8 pm!!!! Laugh!!! Laugh!!! Laugh!!!  Great comics!!!! and tee shirts!!!!

HOW MUCH IS THAT DOGGIE IN THE WINDOW? 

HE'S FREEEE!!!

Fuji, an adorable 55-pound American Bully only looks like a badass.  He's actually a mega sweetheart, mush-pot, delicious one who is unbelievably gentle.

Bonus!!! He gets along wonderfully with other dogs AND cats!!!

With a body like a tank and a soul that is golden. Housebroken, too!

He loves to hang out with the cops at the precinct next door (they adore him!), and he can catch popcorn in midair.  Take a look at him in action!!!

Please email samantha.socialtees@gmail.com if you'd like to meet this sweet boy. He's waiting for you!

How big: 55 pounds of popcorn catching sweetness!

CONTACT SAMANTHA:
samantha.socialtees@gmail.com

 
Social Tees 
325 East 5th Street, NY, NY 10003; 
5-7pm Mon to Fri; 
12-4pm Sat & Sun; 
212-614-9653; 
socialteesnyc.org

If you can't adopt Fuji today, share the news and spread the love!

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This Should Never Be A Luxury

More people have cell phones than toilets.  That means of the 7 billion people in the world, 6 billion people have cellphones. Only 4.5 billion have toilets or latrines.

So, even if the Staten Island Ferry does have to lock up the toilet paper in the women's bathroom so it doesn't get stolen a hundred times a day, the fact that it is even there means we're more than lucky.  It means that of the 3,000 children who die every day from diseases and illnesses related to the lack of sanitation and clean water, not a whole lot of them come from New York City.

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"...when I was working part-time for the furrier, I went to the East Bronx.  But I was supposed to go to the West Bronx so I walked across the Bronx because I had to save the carfare..."

"...and then we all lost our jobs before New Years..."

"...Poppy took Ruth to painting and paperhanging..."

"...Carl Greenbaum, he made baskets I wove the... the ..."

The handle, Dad?

"...no... the ... I wove...the straw, a dollar, a dollar fifty, I was ahead of the game..."

"...the baby, when they were in Virginia... the baby..."

Issac?

"...no, not that name...another name... he died at three, 'summer complaint' but I think it was dysentery... they went back to New York... had the girls, Ruth and Freda, but the girls didn't count... I came 1921...  Ruth and Freda treated me like a doll... they called me Captain Belly Button Moishe A Regular Hersch...

Who's Hersch?

"...I guess a relative..."

"....when we moved to the lower east side it was the first time we didn't live in a middle-class Jewish neighborhood... now there was one of everyone on the street and the gangs..."

"...spring is here the grass is rizz I wonder where the birdies is..."

"I'll lay a drape under the trey of knockers for 10th Street and be on the scene wearing the green..."

What does that mean, Dad?

 "I'll pawn my clothes for $10 and return with the money..."

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