July 9, 2009
The streets of New York were homes back then. There were so many more people on them. We would cross the George Washington in the early 80s, when I was a middle-school student, go in to see the tiny lights on the Rockefeller Center tree or catch a musical that everyone in school had already seen, and the homeless were there as soon as you got off the Henry Hudson, and even before. You’d never get where you were going without calls for coins, without avoiding eye contact. Was it Dinkins who shooed them all away? How soon we forget.