City Ann, Country Ann

We lived on a short street for awhile, Attorney Street on the Lower East Side. Its history was not “invariably rich,” it had no charms, and it never felt like any of my neighbors were family. It was noisy, hot, and dirty. It had multiple rock clubs on it, a beer distributor, a building under construction, and an auto body shop. My memory of Attorney Street will always consist of diesel, car alarms, drunk frat boys, and the early morning summer sun heating up our tiny apartment at 7 a.m. Someday I’ll make it to Pomander Walk. Someday. Via the New York Times: ‘Beyond-the-Grid Manhattan’