First at 99 Prince St, across from Finelli’s, then 428 Broome St. until we moved to NorCal in 2005
I miss the sense of being an urban pioneer—an adventurer who could find a place to live which was both spacious and cheap.
The dingy, dirty and often dreary streets. No trees, very little traffic except for many loud trucks heading to the Holland Tunnel.
Stepping from our front door and seeing John Gotti and ‘Bull’ Gravano walking by on the way to their social club. There were two guys walking 20 feet ahead and another two 20 feet behind. I backed up onto our stoop until they passed.
By the early 2000s Soho was becoming an urban mall. We had from 1970 co-owned rural property in N Calif. It seemed a retreat and refuge.
I very much miss that old NYC where every night presented 1000 options for delight and entertainment. So overwhelming that we often just stayed home and watched TV 😉