soho reunion

My old neighborhood, my old old neighborhood. I try to not be too nostalgic, and really one has to look hard past the glitz to see the old haunts, but I loved my years in SoHo. I loved it when it was a neighborhood, when half the place was artists' squats. When I go back I stop by some of the old loading platforms and have a seat, and if I could boy i'd time travel back to that time when these streets were my front and back yard. When you could smell the pepper on West Broadway.