The street I live in footsteps in the East Village Part. 1
After a long absence many moves and changes and interesting shifts in the journey I'm back to writing again about the many and colorful adventures in the big apple. I must apologize but after seven months of being homeless and living from couch to couch and from spare bed to spare bed thanks to some extremely loving and generous people I finally found a place to call home a steady warm and quiet place to call "la residence" for the time being. I have unpacked my bags, hung my pictures and post cards and put away my suitcases for only a trip or two near by. It has taken me a while to sit down and start writing about this increasingly interesting neighborhood, because I'm also trying to explore as I go. The story of how I came to know this part of the city started 15 years ago when I first moved to New York after my college studies, to pursue my arts administration career. (now long gone but of course never forgotten) That first visit to NYC also started my ever gro...