Life is interesting. The buildings that my parents lived in on Cherry Street when they met and married no longer exist. Neither does the building on Oliver Street where I spent the first few years of my life. Like many others, my family moved to Brooklyn, later to Staten Island and, ultimately, to Florida. In those days migration was a pretty well-trodden path…New Yorkers moved to the suburbs, “Brooklyn or the Bronx”, but it was still apartment living. When the time came for a ‘one-family house’, those in the Bronx moved to Long Island; those in Brooklyn moved to Staten Island or New Jersey. It was just that simple.
Even though I was born on the Lower East Side and lived in 2 outer boroughs before moving to FL 16 years ago, I spent many years totally entrenched in midtown. My office was in the Helmsley Building which spans Park Avenue from 45-46 Streets. I commuted and socialized in midtown zip codes.
But now when I return to NY, I return to my roots. You see my New York friend base all live south of Midtown…they’re in Chelsea, the West Village, East Village and Lower East Side. I rarely go above the ‘twenties’ and I’m totally enjoying it.
Last week when I was in NY and walking around town, I was struck by the uneven vistas. I mean that in a good way. In FL, everything is so manicured and building-coded…beautiful, restful to eye, yes, but hardly what one could call ‘interesting’.
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Coming Soon: This trip I did venture to the northern-most borough, The Bronx, and beyond. I’ll be posting Arthur Ave, The Little Italy of the Bronx, and restaurant reviews. I might even throw in a pizza stop in Staten Island.