Tag Archives: 42nd street

Hot Pants Back Then

This morning the thermometer outside the window of the Fort Greene Observatory read a frosty 18 Fahrenheit. My hand touched the glass. It was colder than ice. I bundled up for my walk to the train station, but was heartened by the toasty warmth of the sun. The strength of its glow was not a […]

Long Ago The Doo-Wop

$2nd Street was synonymous with sin in the 1970s. Fucking Rudy Guiliani closed the porno shops and XXX theaters. Disney moved into the vacated premises. Now 42nd Street between 7th and 8th Avenues belongs to fat people eating fast food. A hell of gross consumption. The Minnesota Strip was no heaven, but I liked it […]