tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12524758356313024782012-01-27T14:22:44.835-08:00Upper West Side Stories and MoreCityGirlWriteshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16224022493476082963noreply@blogger.comBlogger451100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1252475835631302478.post-66307516368750064802012-01-16T12:30:00.000-08:002012-01-16T13:38:34.186-08:00

When temperatures dip below freezing your thoughts might drift south toward blue-water beaches where only drinks need to dress. If you haven’t escaped the cold by mid-January your grumbling about the weather might alternate with bouts of winter blues. But hibernating and complaining only deepen chills and make the blues even worse. Remember, “Whatever you resist persists.” This year, choose to

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An astonishing sight looms ten-stories above North Philadelphia. The building is abandoned, broken, marred by graffitti yet majestic. In a part of the city where dilapidated buildings are part of the urban landscape this building stands apart. It commands attention. The winds that blow through its hollows whistle the tunes a different era, hinting at stories that wait to be told.   Photo

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In pre-holiday New York there is never enough time to go, see and do all there is to experience across the city. Last night was no exception. Untapped Cities, a hip and witty online publication, gathered its best and brightest for a glittering event near Lincoln Center. The Historic Districts Council held a holiday celebration that featured New York architecture, classic film and gourmet

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Ready to plunge into holiday shopping? If your out-of-town friends and family love New York as much as you do they might enjoy a little something from the big city. Go subway retro... or New York City brunch authentic. Or pay holiday homage to the ubiquitous food cart - New Yorker's last source of cheap eats. Go the Fifth Avenue route with this glitzy yet fun bauble from Henri Bendel

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Photo by Kirstin Hively New York’s best neon lights glowed brightest indoors on the Upper West Side last night. That’s where Kirsten Hively drew a full house of New Yorkers to a screening room at Macaulay Honors College and into her quest to find, document and celebrate the city’s most electrifying handcraft. What began last year as a personal hobby sparked by Upper East Side doldrums and

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I found the perfect apartment yesterday. It has it all: hardwood floors, sunny, great views, dog-friendly, park access, rooftop garden and it's in a historic district surrounded by museums, cafes, bookstores and shopping! It's yours for only $795 - the perfect New York apartment.  Oh, and it's walking distance to the train for easy commutes into Mid-town. By the way? It's in Philadelphia. The

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When you veer off into unknown territory you're likely to find the unexpected. That's exactly what occured yesterday as I left the commotion of a busy Philadelphia street to explore a charming little alley. Red brick townhouses framed by shutters and ivy lined a narrow brick cartway strewn with autumn leaves. The noise of the city fell away as if muted by years of history. I explored tentatively,

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Rainy days in New York are beautiful, especially on the Upper West Side. Here Verdi Park and the West 72nd St. train station in mist and a lovely bit of gloom.

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Every morning from 6 a.m. to 9 a.m., Central Park goes to the dogs...and it's delightful to watch. Every dog enjoys a good romp but New York City canines, who spend so much of their day padding around apartments and napping, take to the open spaces of Central Park with special gusto. For three hours each morning, and five each night (from 9 p.m. to 1 a.m.), dogs rule...and they seem to know

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Manhattan is beautiful year-round but it seems at its best in Autumn, especially on the Upper West Side.    The morning sun gilds these Upper West Side brownstones.   It's misty and peaceful only along West 73rd Street. The roar of Columbus Avenue nearby seems muted. Autumn colors are at their peak along Central Park West. A lovely morning or splendor in the park?

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If you grew up on the Upper West Side between 1950 and 1980 in the West 70s near Columbus Avenue you belong to a small tribe. You also recognize the following name as a trigger for memories of a neighborhood long gone: Joe's Candy Store. A Verizon store now stands at the corner of West 75th Street and Columbus Avenue where Joe's commanded the block for almost three decades. Peel back the

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Most of the quotes in the story below are real but the conflict is imaginary and written just for fun. Hope you’ll enjoy and will consider adding your own voice to the continuing debate over development in our city. Elevators at 1 Centre Street were running slow again so the crowd waiting in the lobby hurried into the first one that opened. A few elevator passengers nodded recognition toward

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Autumn in New York is a cool cocktail, equal parts social and cultural, then garnished with the liveliest events of the season. For architecture fans, the key event each autumn is Open House New York, that weekend of tours and lectures when built New York – in its innovative, historic, quirky and even off-limit forms - becomes accessible to all. With only days to go, thousands of New Yorkers

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What were you doing last Thursday night? If you were on the Upper West Side you might have been at one of seven Steely Dan performances at the Beacon Theater. You might have been lining the sidewalk outside of Baseball Center on West 74th Street waiting to see a reggeton artist at batting practice. You might have been at the gala night for the New York City Ballet, witnessing the premiere of Sir

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Photo by John BuattiWhere were you on the morning of 9/11? The answer to that question comes full circle today, a very different September 11th. Moments of silence and the sounding of church bells rolled across the U.S., inspiring many to recall the moments a decade ago when four planes became terrorist weapons and thousands of civilians became victims. But in two neighborhoods where residents

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(Photo by emilydickinsonridesabmx at flickr/creativecommons)As New Yorkers on Twitter greeted each other earlier today with steamy good mornings and jokes about the heatwave turning commutes into a "walking through warm Jello-O" experience, Jermiah's Vanishing New York sent me back to a pre-Global Warming version of our city with words and images about a New York I once knew.That's where I read

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If you see the words "romance" and "Meatpacking District" in the same sentence you just have to take a closer look. That's exactly what I did when Liberty Inn followed me on Twitter today. The name immediately brought to mind images of a bed & breakfast where George Washington might have slept, a pewter mug at his bedside. In fact, Liberty Inn is what the New York Times once referred to as an

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It's the anniversary of my first year living back in the New York metro area after years away. I've soaked up New York this year in a way I rarely did during the three decades I lived here before. Distance definitely made my heart grow fonder. I've taken many photos over the past 12 months but my favorite ones are those I missed capturing with a camera and had to commit to memory instead. Here

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When you set aside plans in favor of letting New York City take the lead you are almost always rewarded with the unexpected. Maybe that's why I'm still crazy in love with this city. These photos capture a hint of the mood I encountered one recent evening as I walked along the Hudson River toward the newest section of the High Line. I'd expected to find only pretty scenery at Phase 2 of

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Too much adrenaline can be too much of a good thing. I re-discovered that fact while maneuvering my car into Manhattan for the first time recently. I've sampled city driving madness in Miami and Atlanta but nothing compares to the New York Metro area. After my trial by Turnpike, crossing the Verrazano (my GPS assumed I'd enjoy taking the scenic route into Manhattan) and gritting my teeth through

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Spring in New York City can best be described confusing. The week before I wrote this post it snowed. The one day of sunshine and warmth I describe here was followed by a week of cold, rainy weather. Take a walk with me.It’s a Spring Tease.After a long winter and a few seasonal false starts, Upper West Siders woke on Saturday to what looked like the real thing. Out the door we went, walking an

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If you grew up on the Upper West Side between 1950 and 1980 in the West 70s near Columbus Avenue you belong to a small tribe. You also recognize the following name as a trigger for memories of a neighborhood long gone: Joe's Candy Store. A Verizon store now stands at the corner of West 75th Street and Columbus Avenue where Joe's commanded the block for almost three decades. Peel back the

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When was the last time you strolled in the rain around a Bronx neighborhood looking for architectural gems within a few blocks of Yankee Stadium? A group of 12 weather-proof preservation conference attendees did just that last weekend, basking not in the sun but in the company of likeminded "history buffs and detail geeks." William Casari, assistant professor at Hostos Community College and a

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Part IIJust when the auditorium at St. Francis College was starting to feel overly warm and most of the audience seemed in need of a good stretch after three information-packed presentations, the featured speakers of the 17th Annual Preservation Conference took the stage for a round-table discussion.Any thoughts of stepping out of the session for a short break evaporated the moment Otis Pearsall,

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Morning in Brooklyn Heights seemed to promise a perfect New York Saturday. The spring-like weather was already drawing early risers to Brooklyn Bridge Park and Montague Street as preservation advocates arrived at St. Francis College for the Historic Districts Council’s 17th Annual Preservation Conference. After a brief session of networking over a continental breakfast the event began with an

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The moment Robert Plant and Band of Joy appeared on stage at the Beacon Theatre on Saturday Night the air went electric with a charge that ran both ways. They hit the boards beaming and visibly jazzed for a night of playing great music while the audience rose to greet them in a spontaneous, all-at-once movement that seemed set off by a shockwave of ardor. In America’s favorite rock room, American

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It’s not your imagination – there really are Duane Reade stores everywhere you look. If you live on the Upper West Side, get ready because another one is about to pop up near you soon – at 72nd Street and Broadway to be exact. Why are there so many Duane Reade stores and why are the employees in each one so seemingly inept? Those are two questions every New Yorker asks, usually while standing on

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When Old St. Patrick’s Cathedral in Little Italy became New York’s first basilica last Sunday, all eyes, and camera lenses, were on the church but directly across the street stood an unassuming building that drew my attention. It turns out that 256-258Mott Street has an interesting past.What is now a co-op building used to be known as the 14th Ward Industrial School. It was built for John Jacob

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Every time a neighborhood loses one of its favorite landmarks – an old bookstore, theater, bar or old-fashioned corner store – it’s heartbreaking for the immediate community. Now development threatens to ruin one of New York’s most iconic skylines – a view that if destroyed might be doubly heartbreaking if measured by the number of people its loss would impact. The Central Park West Skyline is

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If you feel like a jaded New Yorker or think you might need to give your enthusiasm for this town a little jumpstart, try this three-step experiment:1. Decide how many blocks you would like to walk in NYC and in how much time.2. Prepare to observe your surroundings.3. Pose a challenge: "Ok, New York, surprise me."I put New York to the test on a cold Sunday night, the eve of the New York City

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When I read that Bob Guccione died yesterday I thought about his family and wondered how a man who chose to live such an unconventional life will be remembered. I worked as an editorial and personal assistant for the Guccione family during my senior year in college. During that time I learned there was more behind the Guccione name than what most people tend to imagine.When I arrived at the

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When cold weather settles upon Manhattan the idea of ducking into a cozy pub becomes especially appealing. Oneal's on the Upper West Side used to be one of my favorite cold weather stops until it shut down last June. Sadly, it was one of many neighborhood landmarks lost to the recession. But drinking establishments where bars have been polished smooth over the years, where the bartenders take

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It was my first time at The New Yorker Festival. For a moment I felt a wave of pre-quiz jitters, as if I were about to be tested on everything that had appeared in the magazine over the past five years. But I was too content to be worried for long. It was an overcast Sunday in Chelsea where a panel of intellectual luminaries would soon take the stage ready to disect an interesting subject, Your

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Brits and Americans may be separated by more than a common language. Our views on what merits saving and what deserves the wrecking ball reveal that our differences might run deep. Two buildings went up in the 1870s - one in London the other in Garden City, L.I. Both were High Victorian Gothic-style 500-room structures. Both were celebrated as architectural treasures from the moment they opened

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Recently, I ran into a friend on Columbus Avenue. We hadn't seen each other in over twenty years but we dropped into comfortable conversation after a few minutes the way people sometimes do when they have been linked through school, neighborhood and family for a lifetime. After catching up on each other's news he suggested I bring my family to Sunday mass at Blessed Sacrament. He would be reading

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The School of the Blessed Sacrament began welcoming New York City children in the early 1900s when Manhattan's Upper West Side was still tranquil open country. The stretch of land between West 70th Street, where the school stands today, and the upper reaches of Broadway was so rural that Blessed Sacrament Church held its first Easter Sunday Mass in a stable that once stood on the corner of West

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What was the Upper West Side like during the 1970s?Ask people who lived here at the time and you're likely to hear conflicting opinions."There was room for everyone on the Upper West Side back then. It was an exciting , diverse place to live - part of a city with an edge.""It was a dangerous, decaying place. Like the rest of New York, the Upper West Side was in crisis."So much has been written

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What do you do when you've read an article that has shaken you to your core, you've responded with an impassioned Letter to the Editor then come back to your senses? You write a blog rebuttal to your own comments. Crazy, right? But that's what I've done. The idea for a series re: growing up in New York began after I read two essays about life in 70s New York then re-read my letter to Commentary

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What was it like to grow up in New York? That's been a difficult question to answer at times but having just read two essays in Commentary and City Journal about life in New York in the 70s and 80s, I'm beginning to understand why: I grew up in more than one version of the same city. In the first essay, Life in New York, Then and Now, John Podhoretz describes living on Manhattan's Upper West

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What was is like to grow up in New York? I've been asked that question so many times that I know what to expect: a flood of memories, a brief pause while I mentally sort through decades of only-in-New-York experiences to decide which to share, and the realization that there's no way to communicate in a few words what my childhood was like in such an amazing city. So now I keep things simple and

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For days or even weeks at a time your writing seems effortless. Your inspiration is boundless and your command over language appears complete. Writer's block is so far from your thoughts that it seems like an alien concept, a myth or simply a lazy man's excuse for lack of productivity.Then one day it appears. It rumbles and ruptures out onto the smooth landscape of your expectations, breaking

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When was the last time you wrote in silence?In a fully-wired, online all the time world, calm has become a rare luxury. Stepping out to a quiet little place in order to collect your thoughts or to begin the first draft of a project has become almost impossible. You don't believe me? Please try it - and if you succeed please remember to e-mail me with your good news! In recent weeks I've

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The 18th Century English writer Lord Chesterfield said, "Dress is a very foolish thing, and yet it is a very foolish thing not to be well dressed." I wonder what Lord Chesterfield was wearing when he fashioned those words?While we're on the subject, how are writers at Saturday Night Live dressed as they work right up to their weekly deadline? What style does Christopher Hitchens sport as he

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The blank page is supposedly a writer's worst enemy but is that true for every writer?The untouched page is full of unseen promise. It allows a writer to believe that in just a short while a complete story, clever blog or touching song can be written. Before pen touches paper ideas can seem fully-formed and sometimes even brilliant. How quickly that confidence dissipates in the face of a messy

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Should writers blog? It seems risky to me. Writing anything well takes a lot of time, effort and many drafts. The best writing reads effortlessly because all of the hard work has taken place behind the scenes. The reader gets to coast along on perfect prose oblivious to all of the messy hard work it takes to get the words just right. Blogging is the opposite of writing. It's getting ideas down

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