The East Village That Remains

The East Village of my romantic youth when I moved to 7th Street in 1986- beat characters writing in tattered notebooks in sad cafés,  punk rockers jamming to reggae with Rastafarians in grungy Tompkins Square Park, worn out tenement buildings teaming with ethnic food smells, and true rebels on St Mark’s Place is nearly gone. All gone but... Continue Reading →

So This is Your Ocean

While Grandma sparked my love of cooking, Grandpa Willie Duffy lead me to my another great passion- the ocean. I saw Brighton Beach for the first time on a gray early spring Saturday. Grandpa picked me up and we walked the few blocks to the subway through the waking neighborhood. The B train runs above... Continue Reading →

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