New York – Homeless Ghosts and Trespassing at the Chelsea

October 23, 2012 — Leave a comment

tompkins square park

I recently spent some time in New York and obviously felt my lungs and eyes awaken. While I won’t bore you with all of the particulars, the two most memorable snaps of time were:

walking past Tompkins Square Park, the place where Jean Michele Basquiat spent many nights in a cardboard box, homeless

and

walking into the Chelsea Hotel, now a permanent residence that doesn’t allow random history seekers to stroll in, only to find 3 residents milling around the lobby – 2 junkie looking types mildly appalled that we ignored the obvious sign declaring we weren’t welcome and an older gentlemen, wider than he was tall, passed out in la-z-boy with his dog at his side and a portable record player screaming dixieland jazz.

In a city full of bright lights and tall buildings, it was the brief glimpse at some of what’s beneath its fingernails that I’ll remember most.

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