Mayor Jimmy Walker,
our block-long residential street
from a block-long commercial street;
a neighborhood that includes
upscale shops, bars and restaurants.
after the 4am bars close,
our alley’s not so upscale.
who lives down the street,
enough, dense urban living is a choice. One could
all considered choices, this one entails tradeoffs;
what do you give up in order
to have what you want?
lawns lose out to curbside plots. Screened-in
porches ruled out for
four-floor walkups and
tourists blend their sounds on the streets with
in-town meeting-goers bent on
dinners and a hoot to boot.
advantages abound and take their place
alongside crime and vice, a
mosaic light and dark.
Oh the sirens on especially dark early Sunday
mornings, one on top of the
other. Police mostly doing
get it, Charlie; it’s city living. It’s what it is. And yes,
* Mayor Jimmy Walker in 1932, musing at the
rail of the Staten Island Ferry,
looking back, on his way out of
town: “Who’d Wanna be President of the
United States When You Could Be
Mayor of New York City?”
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