“The real thrill existed in our new found ability to reach the fridge while still in bed.”
I often wonder if we would have ever left Manhattan, had a strange man not been living in the basement of our apartment.
Living in the city is a surreal experience for most post-grads – high rise buildings full to the brim with clouds of marijuana, organic produce, and receipts from the local dry cleaner – and if our little corner of the Lower East Side was not one of the last safe places for stowaways, vagabonds, and migrant workers, perhaps we would have continued on with life the way it was; my girlfriend, Danielle, pushing papers for a small corporate law office, and me, pitching diversity inclusive initiatives to one of the last generations of old white men in corporate advertising.
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(Photo: Mary Reinholz)
Mayor Bloomberg came by after the 8 a.m. meal and police commissioner Ray Kelly showed up a few hours later. But for the homeless and working poor people lined up outside the Bowery Mission on Thanksgiving Day, the glimpse of a VIP meant little compared to the prospect of a free turkey feast, a “blessing bag” of winter clothing, a new coat, and toys for the children. “People are nice here, very nice,” said a man shivering in a hooded sweatshirt as he waited to enter a tent leading to the Bowery Mission’s century-old chapel. “And the food is good.” Keep Reading »
Andrea Stella, center. (Photo: Space at Tompkins)
The Space at Tompkins, despite its name, is a “completely street-based” organization, according to co-founder Andréa Stella. But next month the non-profit — which connects the city’s transient homeless with anything from peanut butter sandwiches to clean needles — will get an actual space of its own. If only for a week.
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