Great essay. Although my time in NYC began 2 decades later, I did know some of the cats in these photos, and also spent many many hours in a loft on 28th St and 6th Ave where there were concerts, jams, 4th Way meetings and fabulous urban-rustic potluck parties. The scents of flowers wafted up through the third floor windows, and so did the sound of sirens. That loft is gone, but the jazz plays on.
Great essay. Although my time in NYC began 2 decades later, I did know some of the cats in these photos, and also spent many many hours in a loft on 28th St and 6th Ave where there were concerts, jams, 4th Way meetings and fabulous urban-rustic potluck parties. The scents of flowers wafted up through the third floor windows, and so did the sound of sirens. That loft is gone, but the jazz plays on.
Great essay. Although my time in NYC began 2 decades later, I did know some of the cats in these photos, and also spent many many hours in a loft on 28th St and 6th Ave where there were concerts, jams, 4th Way meetings and fabulous urban-rustic potluck parties. The scents of flowers wafted up through the third floor windows, and so did the sound of sirens. That loft is gone, but the jazz plays on.
That's great. I love that this story resonated in such a personal way, Sue. Thanks for sharing this with me!