Big City Dreaming
It’s 2 a.m. A child is bawling, a mixture of fatigue and crankiness. I’m on the two train to Flatbush. A hustle and bustle that brings intellectual and blue collars, young and old, black and others together. Some are traveling to gentrified brownstones while others are headed to the crowded confines of tenement buildings. This… Read More Big City Dreaming