tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1252475835631302478.post4508059773405555451..comments2023-09-08T22:16:54.410-07:00Comments on City Girl Writes: Back to NostalgiaCityGirlWriteshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16224022493476082963noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1252475835631302478.post-84576661387171182552010-06-22T19:25:33.446-07:002010-06-22T19:25:33.446-07:00Growing up in Brooklyn, I kept a diary starting in...Growing up in Brooklyn, I kept a diary starting in 1969, when I turned 18, and so when I read it -- I've self-published (mostly for my own pleasure) four volumes (with titles like "Summer in Brooklyn") and am finishing two more, taking me through the 1970s and 1980, when I did finally leave the city (only to return, as I could as a Florida college teacher, to the Upper West Side Richardhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16428830849524153047noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1252475835631302478.post-26624386609819653392010-06-22T09:48:03.609-07:002010-06-22T09:48:03.609-07:00Brava!
I'm kind of fed up with the whole '...Brava!<br /><br />I'm kind of fed up with the whole 'old New York nostalgia' myself. When I was kid you didn't go to any street that had more than three digits or simply a single letter in its name. Times Square was where - walking with my grandmother one day on our way to a much-anticipated Circle Line tour at the age of 11 - I got offered pot, heroin and a fake ID all within twoIcarus' Heirhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17592141199671274201noreply@blogger.com