| Postcards
NEW YORK Dear I--, On a good day, I nod to the Cantonese grocer arranging baby bananas and plantains, and get to work early, even if I stop to browse Midtown's Best Kung Fu Video, run by a trio of blue-black men from Georgia. On a bad day, the sluice of water from hubcap hose-off muddies my pant-legs and my computer scolds me for performing "an illegal operation." What I love about my neighborhood is living at the border of two: the Chelsea- Clinton Community Health Center is around the corner. Smoke shops where they only watch Telemundo are next to Thai noodle joints. Last weekend, a carful of us got lost in Queens. We paid too much attention to the view of the Chrysler Building from the 59th Street Bridge. I was born in Queens, but when I can't translate storefront signs (Korean? Chinese? Spanish?), who's the immigrant? New York |