WHEN HONESTY IS INTIMATE
go and hang out with a collection of people, somewhere where they know your name. When I lived on Thompson Street in Greenwich Village for a time, back when it was still an Italian neighborhood, I admired the old folks who hung out in front of their buildings on simple chairs passing time together. On the Lower East (roughly and generously meaning “old folks” in Yiddish) whiled away the time sharing park benches with pigeons. In , Spike Lee beautifully captured the stoop- and sidewalk-sitting culture of his native Brooklyn.
