I grew up in New York City, and moved to Houston, TX at the age of 26. It was an adjustment, I’ll tell you, and I guess I still don’t feel ‘All In’ after 35 years. On the other hand, I’ve visited home (Brooklyn, NY) several times over those 35 years and the buildings are mostly there, but the people have almost all changed. The familiar stores and eateries are mostly gone. The party room where I had my Bar Mitzvah in 1964 in the back of Grabstein’s Deli on Avenue M off of Rockaway Parkway is now a locked and sketchy-looking storage area for the sketchy-looking Chinese takeout place inhabiting this building which is still haunted by a different era. Continue reading
You can go home again; but it can be a Faustian bargain. Exercise with caution.
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