If anything, in 1931 Winchester Boulevard was a bit more developed than Hillside Avenue out in Hollis Hills. Both were dirt roads that got muddy in a hurry after the…
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I didn’t realize it at the time, since the ground floor had been corrupted and “modernized” while I was working there, but 150 5th Avenue at W. 20th Street is…
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YOGI Berra said it best, as he often did: “You can observe a lot by looking.” I must have used that quote in FNY before, but not lately. I was…
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WHILE looking around for a relatively short walk recently I settled on MacDougal Street, which many think of as the commercial north-south spine of Greenwich Village. Well, I thought it…
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In Forgotten NY’s piece about “monumental” subway stations clad in concrete on street level, I wrote about the Ocean Parkway station serving Q trains… Ocean Parkway is the only “monumental”…
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TUCKED away on St. Mark’s Place in the East Village is a reminder that it used to be NYC’s foremost German neighborhood. The German-American Shooting Society Clubhouse (Deutsch-Amerikanische Schuetzen Gesselschaft),…
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WHILE traipsing the northern leg of the High Line recently I noticed something interesting about the green Corvington streetlamps along the West Side Highway, officially called West Street here, but…
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THE Butterick Building at the NW corner of 6th Avenue and Spring was built in 1903, before 6th Avenue was built. Butterick is a sewing pattern company founded in 1863 by Ebenezer…
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To the east of Grand Concourse are three parallel avenues honoring Civil War generals Sheridan, Sherman, and Grant. The last one accepted the surrender of the largest Confederate army and…
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DOMINIE’S Hoek (Hook), originally the western end of the town of Newtown, was originally settled when a tract of land was awarded to Everard Bogardus, a Dutch Reformed minister (dominie),…
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THE old Germania Bank building, 190 Bowery at Spring Street, has become a mecca for graffiti birds; its exterior is faded, rusted, corroded glory, with Beaux-Arts hints of another age splattered…
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THE dead of winter is a natural time to commune with the dead and in late January I was stumbling around in St. Paul’s Churchyard, which I’ve neglected over the…