can only imagine what it must have been like for an immigrant
single mother with a small child to raise selling bagels on
a pushcart on the lower easr side.
no doubt about it but my grandmother was a survivor.
I return to New York, I often visit the streets where my mother
grew up. There are different accents and smells now, but I
still hear the echo of another time.
biggest fear is that the neighborhood will be razed to make
way for new construction. I hope that that day never comes,
for it would erase a piece of history that has made New York
the Capital of the World.