My first grown-up apartment in New York was on West 104th Street, off Broadway, above what my parents referred to as the DMZ (the DMZ being 96th Street, although that is true no more when most of that neighborhood and well into Harlem is more like the Left Bank of Paris because of rampant gentrification).
No bathtub in the kitchen? That was my place on E 4th St. Anyway, your old apartment is now worth $1.2 million. I also got my graduate degree from Columbia.
Gawd, Ann, I love you! Who else shares about crabs, and I remember well that time, when I was in Berkeley doing the West Coast version, which entailed more drugs than Singapore Slings! A sense of freedom, and so little fear . . .
Is the first image a Bonnard?
No bathtub in the kitchen? That was my place on E 4th St. Anyway, your old apartment is now worth $1.2 million. I also got my graduate degree from Columbia.
All my same experiences, thanks
Sharing, another era.
Where is le book
Love yr memoirs
Thank you
Francine Tint
Gawd, Ann, I love you! Who else shares about crabs, and I remember well that time, when I was in Berkeley doing the West Coast version, which entailed more drugs than Singapore Slings! A sense of freedom, and so little fear . . .
Thank you for another entertaining read, and recipe, too! Wonderful
I love all of this, especially to see what I was doing during the same period of time!
Thank you for another good story and sharing your past experiences!
What year was all of this?