In the Village, on 8th Street. You'd pass it by if you weren't expressly looking for it. It's one of those small, unflashy businesses that quietly endures over the decades.
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sue
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My aunt lived in that building for many years, paying 90$ a month for rent... when I would stay with her, I always spent a few minutes looking longly at the key and key ring display (still) in the window...
She worked across the street, at her brother-in-law's Hallmark store, right next to the "foundation" store (that's girdles) -- god, I miss her, that card store, and PosterMat, too...
The original, running Jeremiad on the vestiges of Old New York as they are steamrolled under or threatened by the currently ruthless real estate market and the City Fathers' disregard for Gotham's historical and cultural fabric. Est. January 2006. Contact Me
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One of the old book jackets lining the walls of Chumley's. Eternal Shame on Bloomberg, the City Fathers, and the powers that be that this cultural landmark has STILL not been saved and reopened.
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My aunt lived in that building for many years, paying 90$ a month for rent... when I would stay with her, I always spent a few minutes looking longly at the key and key ring display (still) in the window...
She worked across the street, at her brother-in-law's Hallmark store, right next to the "foundation" store (that's girdles) -- god, I miss her, that card store, and PosterMat, too...
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