Walking down the Bowery I'm always surprised by what's happened to my old neighborhood. When I lived on Rivington Street, in the early 70s, the neighborhood was so dangerous, depressed and dilapidated the police didn't bother with it, and if you had a car you could park it for weeks without worrying about tickets. Nobody, of course, had a car. And if they did, the Bowery bums - who were still very much in residence - were always trying to "clean" the windows with their rags.
Loved the Food
Loved the Food
Loved the Food
Walking down the Bowery I'm always surprised by what's happened to my old neighborhood. When I lived on Rivington Street, in the early 70s, the neighborhood was so dangerous, depressed and dilapidated the police didn't bother with it, and if you had a car you could park it for weeks without worrying about tickets. Nobody, of course, had a car. And if they did, the Bowery bums - who were still very much in residence - were always trying to "clean" the windows with their rags.