Little community, or big community, we always find ways to differentiate ourselves. Division is easy for humans. It's the ability to find common ground that's the real trick.
My family was not well to do. So the 1950s found us living in Washington Heights with my father, a small-time entrepreneur of a thousand ventures, working as a building superintendent - a "super" in New York City parlance.
I've frequently been accused of being less than jovial, but not quite irascible. One friend from Brooklyn has advised me that it derives from being a New Yorker. Mindful that this is a trait he seems to share with me, he distracts the conversation before it descends into an unfair comparison of Manhattenite versus Brooklynite.
City dwellers can have the world at their feet on the roof.
head whipped around to look at me in amazement. What was it? My "New York"
Tourist busses were a frequent sight on the streets of Greenwich Village.
The City isn't only big. It can be small too.
reciprocity is good business