Culture on the Cheap
Something Neat: New York City Street Scene
The junk shop is a never-ending journey of discovery for yours truly. It has certainly exposed me to a vast spectrum of humanity— literally and figuratively speaking— to which I had previously been unaware. For this reason I no longer feel compelled to travel for the simple reason I do not need to: pretty much anyone from everywhere imaginable finds their way to my doorstep at one time or another. I enjoy speaking to these people and learning about the world(s) from which they hail. I am— despite my protestations to the contrary— a “people person”.
I am also an arm chair traveler. Geography is not the only subject of my sojourns. The junk shop (or, more accurately: its photo bins) have enabled me to travel back in time. Which brings me to the photograph* gracing this post. My little voice told me I had seen this building before. After a very quick Google search I learned my little voice was correct! For the reveal click here. NOTE: be sure to check out the comments as they will lead you to a blog written by someone who lived in this “mystery” building!
*Which can be seen in larger format by clicking here.