Friday, April 17, 2009


We're moving next week (two blocks South).

So the "Garden District" will no longer be our home. But we will have this one week of Spring.

One of my first New York memories was walking up Sixth Avenue and feeling lost. Lost in a jungle. Not the urban jungle, but an actual tropical forest. The foliage was so thick then, you needed machete to get a cab.

The ensuing two decades has seen the neighborhood shrink to little more than a block. A block under siege with construction (hotels and condominiums).

For now, Spring is still alive on 28th Street.

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