Advertisement Continue reading the main storyIn our neighborhood we were popular and smart, and some of us were very pretty. My sister went off to Hunter College High School for seventh through 12th grade, and she quickly became a child of Manhattan. When my sister was about 16, she landed a job as a waitress at a small cafe in Greenwich Village called Yogurt Delight. They danced beside one another, shared a joint, cheered on a black woman dropping from the sky. And I remember that the city I love is deeper, older, more beautiful than those who weren’t here then can ever understand.

Source: New York Times November 25, 2017 10:52 UTC