The New York I Remember...(Part 1)
Growing up in the early 1970s, New York City had a particular smell that hung in the air in a hazy soup of smoky white. It was the residue from decades past, neglect and apathy. Graffiti-stained subway trains emerged from River Avenue and Yankee Stadium roaring atop faded green girders pockmarked with rust. Crime, corruption, and unemployment were at all-time highs. The city was so broke even…
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