FAREWELL, YESTERDAY

The train hurtled eastward through Queens on an early-January day when dingy brick buildings and bare trees turn New York into the bleak set of a Tim Burton movie. As Manhattan receded, so did part of my past. I was born in the Bronx where my sister Kay had been delivered, but I grew up…

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DEATH OF THE DINER

My father Morris would have been 116 today. He’s been gone 36 years. I miss him every day. Now, I’m coping with the loss of something near and dear to both of us. New York’s diners are disappearing. The New York Times reported (May 24) on “New York’s Vanishing Diners.” Since 2014, fifteen diners have been sold,…

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