Not everyone learns how to fix a flat on their bike at age ten. But Rebbekha Schiller did, and she says it empowered her. “I used to try to run over things with my bike so I could prove to myself that I could fix my flat tire,” she says. More →
Phillip English isn’t kidding. So, after hesitating a beat, I pluck a strand of hair from my head. He gingerly places the hair in a small baggie, seals it shut, and writes my name on it with a Sharpie. More →
The first thing we noticed when we walked into the Sunburnt Cow yesterday was the penetrating smell of vomit. And the first thing that happened? A complete stranger hugged us for 30 seconds without letting go. It was the final day of operation for the Australian-themed bar that’s been on Avenue C for the better part of 11 years, and the crowd was already hammered drunk by 6 p.m. Emotions ranged from nostalgia to tears to just plain drunkenness; click through the slideshow below to find out what the staffers and regulars had to say. More →
In the days after Hurricane Sandy darkened the Lower East Side, an old man played horn inside his dark, cold apartment, hungry for his favorite food: chicken. Then, unexpectedly, knuckles rapped at his door. It was four volunteers from the Jazz Foundation of America, and they had warm food and clothing.
Tears welled up in the man’s eyes. “Who are you? And, I love you,” he said. More →