What a bullsh*tter you are. One of the greatest engineers in NYC but you walk around St. Marks Place where everybody knows your name. I remember when the great critic James Wolcott lived there and nobody knew his name - but they all know yours? And who cares if it is true? It’s just another block in a city filled with blocks. It’s just a tourist attraction for its old hippy roots that we would occasionally visit to eat at Dojos and visit the bookstore that has since been gentrified and ostracized onto the avenue. And, yes, I remember when it was a hippy haven in the late 60s when as a 15 year old, I attended acting school in Greenwich Village. We didn’t call it the West Village in those days anymore than we called the lower East Side the East Village.
You didn’t come up in NYC, you arrived long after those of us were living in dives and trying to make a career in the arts. But we lived legally and had to work hard to pay the rent. Waitressing, secretarial work and occasionally getting jobs in the theater. We didn’t hang out with hoboes (what the hell is a traveler? Are you getting mixed up with Irish gypsies or something?) or the homeless - we were too scared if things didn’t work out for us, we’d end up as the homeless. So stop being hip and au current, it doesn’t sit well with you and sounds patently false.
Times have changed and you’re no longer with it. Sorry
People know my name because I talk to EVERYONE that hangs here