
Today in Tompkins Square Park by Bobby Williams...







This is not your average church bake sale!
Let us transport you back in time.
As you enter the Cookie Walk, you will be greeted with the smell of baking cookies made from only the best ingredients. We have been baking non-stop for days so that tens of thousands of fresh baked cookies await you. There is nothing hi-tech here - just holiday goodness and old-fashioned fun.
Take a walk through our Cookie Wonderland and fill a box with your favorites from over fifty varieties of homemade confections. There are two sizes of boxes: $15 & $25 plus special Gluten Free options at our yummy Hot Chocolate Bar! And, the hot chocolate - no mix here - a secret recipe that is hand-stirred for a half hour and topped with marshmallows, whipped cream or both!
After the last cookie is packed, be sure to visit Tinseltown a holiday gift market for everyone on your list.
Perfect for young families! At our Little Elves Bakery & Workshop, children 10 and under can create their own sweet masterpiece to take home – no charge except to have FUN! Santa will also visit through the day for pictures at our awesome Photo Booth.







Bayside! The Musical! will makes its return to NYC and run alongside the hit show Full House! The Musical! at Theater 80 (80 St Marks & First Avenue) from Jan. 7 through Feb. 26. (Details here.)




Residences:
Direct entry via keyed elevator
4”-wide plank oak flooring throughout
Original stained glass windows in second and third floor residences
Kitchen:
Statuarietto Venato marble countertop and backsplash
Dornbracht Elio pullout spray faucet
Summit 24” two-zone wine refrigerator in Penthouse
InSinkErator garbage disposal
Master bathroom:
Herringbone pattern Cambric Persian White Classico honed marble tile floors
Bianco Bello polished marble tile walls
Custom double-sink vanity with honed Bianco Bello marble countertop
Deep soaking bathtub
[C]onsidering the size of the apartments and the location, they're pricey: the second-floor two-bed is $2.95 million; the third-floor unit is $3.25 million; and that penthouse, which has two private terraces, is asking $4.4 million.
The Sirovich Senior Center is holding its Annual Flea Market Fundraiser, showcasing ceramics, sculptures, knitted clothing, and more handmade items created by older adult members. All money raised will go to support arts programming at the Center. Sirovich is one of three Educational Alliance senior centers and is funded in part by NYC DFTA and UJA Federation.
Dates & Times:
Friday, Dec. 4: 10 a.m. to 5 p.m.
Saturday, Dec. 5: 10 a.m. to 5 p.m.
Location:
331 E. 12th St., between First Avenue and Second Avenue
Sirovich Senior Center, Auditorium


Landlord HRC Corporation is accusing broker-turned-investor Raphael Toledano of failing to pay rent at his Flatiron District office.
HRC filed suit Wednesday, asking a State Supreme Court judge to award it a total of $6.4 million, the amount allegedly due over the entire 10-year lease, plus damages.

Hello! I Hope everyone is doing well! This is the DeRobertis Family (DeRobertis Pasticceria & Caffe of 176 1st Ave, NY, NY). Well, the reason l am contacting you is because on Nov. 23 we opened up a place called DeRoLicious Delights.
My Father John, Brother John, Tony the Baker and I (Dana) have decided to continue the business in Clifton, NJ. We are very excited to be back sharing our family tradition with new and old friends. We have a retail space available to visit AND an Online Shop available for people to order Biscotti, Butter Cookies & more. Our website is www.DeRoLiciousDelights.com
Our address is 64 1/2 Market St., Clifton, NJ, 07012. Phone #973-777-0010. I hope you are doing great! We are so excited to be Back!! Wishing you All a healthy & happy Holiday Season!
-The DeRobertis Family at DeRoLicious Delights

The New York City Department of Sanitation (DSNY) reports that a third of what New Yorkers throw away is food scraps. When this material is sent to a landfill, it adds to the city’s disposal costs and ultimately contributes to the rise in greenhouse gas emissions. When composted, food scraps and other organic waste become a nutrient-rich additive that improves soil quality for street trees and gardens. This reduces the need for fertilizers and pesticides, helps prevent erosion and suppresses certain plant diseases.
The New York Compost Box Project complements the DSNY’s Organics Collection program by offering an innovative way to divert food waste from landfills and raise awareness about urban composting.
I think the DSNY is doing an incredible job with their Organics pilot. My boxes aren't meant to replace that. I don't think that the newspaper boxes are the solution. They are a fun and memorable way for people to stop and think about composting. The fun takes the "ick factor" out a bit for people. And scraps can be dropped off anytime it's convenient.
They are a response to the social community and public space, meant to stimulate community involvement and interaction. I wanted to create an unexpected experience and just to remind people to think about disposing of their organics properly. The surprise element is a way to reach people who might not have been interested otherwise.
I'm feeling great about the project. The feedback has been overwhelmingly positive. A lot of it is just getting it seen and spreading the word. If it gets even a few non-composters participating, then it will have been a success.

Went in the other day and met the owner Alex, a really nice guy and the food is really great. It's great in the homemade grandma's home cooking kind of way. I was glad to see a nice family owned business opening up and the prices are very reasonable ($8-12) will get you a nice meal.






Its previous owner, VillageCare, closed the location and sold the building to The Allure Group, a for-profit nursing care provider. The idea was to run the 215-bed center as a nursing home for the general population. The Rivington Center for Nursing & Rehabilitation opened this past February with a limited number of patients. But it has now become apparent that the bureaucratic hurdles of making the facility work are insurmountable.
It is a familiar sight to anybody who has spent any time in this city: the ubiquitous drug store chain. This is the one business that seems immune to rent hikes or gentrification. The drug store shines in poor areas as well as rich ones. And it doesn’t seem to matter that the nearest competition is two or three blocks away. It doesn’t even seem to matter to a Duane Reade that the nearest competition is another Duane Reade.
Another broker in the know pointed out that you can find a Duane Reade across the street from Walgreens in Union Square, because they have different customers—even if both sets are convenience-driven. Another retail specialist noted that perhaps one drug store chain could set up shop nearby a competitor, thinking the latter is underserved or its lease is coming due.



Name: Andru Cann
Occupation: Musician
Location: Houston Street between Avenue A and B
Time: 3:30 pm on Monday, Nov. 30
I’m from Manchester, England. I was 24 years old when I came here. Music brought me here. I found I was able to play the kind of music I wanted to play. I came here mostly to study jazz and play jazz, which is what I continue to do, although I expanded to classical music and also incorporated that with film making because films require music. I was able to go to college and I was able to get four degrees including music composition and education. I was going to teach in the school system, but that was just too intense for me.
I don’t really make much money from the music but I get by, which is very nice because a lot of people come here and are never able to do that. There have been ups and downs. I’ve had many, many regular day jobs. I’ve worked in offices, washing cars, selling this, that, and the other, working in stores, and teaching. It’s good to do it privately, part time. That’s a good day job. It’s still a lot of fun. Not too much of any one thing, that’s the trick.
I’ve lived in the same building the entire time I’ve been here, since 1980. The neighborhood way back when I came was more or less abandoned. The hippie period had ended and then the punk rock scene had started, but that [scene resided] more in the East Village, whereas as you got to the Lower East Side it was mostly struggling families.
After being here for awhile, it became the center for cocaine, heroin, then later crack. Everyone from the whole city would come down here. There was a constant flow of people. The crime rate and the break-ins ... I came before that and I saw it turn into that. There were some major streets that were the no-go areas because it wasn’t worth going down them – you would be hassled too much.
That lasted about 10 years and then all of a sudden, like almost overnight, the police and the mayor decided to have the war on drugs. So they came to clean it up. Even though the most I ever did was smoke pot, but I even stopped smoking pot. It was just too dangerous to smoke on the street because you could get beaten up or taken in. I would be on my roof and cops would come up with their guns out saying, ‘What are you doing here?’ I said, ‘I live here.’ And they said, ‘This is a paranoid area. You have to be careful. Stay indoors.’ And that’s understandable, because it was a paranoid area.
One time I was walking right on that corner there, Norfolk Street, and a cop said, ‘Hey pick up your property.’ I said, ‘What are you talking about?’ ‘Don’t get funny with me,’ and he started going for his handcuffs. He said, ‘It’s right there; that vial down there.’ So what am I going to do? I thought if I run, they’re going to probably catch me, so I’ve got to talk my way out of it. The best way I thought would be to get on his side. I said, ‘Hey, listen. We love you coming down here to clean the area up. I’ve lived here a long time.’
And somehow that word love, it calmed him down. He eventually let me go, but even then he said, ‘Oh before you go, can you pick up that vial and throw it down the drain?’ And I knew what would happen if I did that. Even then he was still trying to get me. I said, ‘No, that’s not my job, sorry,’ and walked off. I could have been in jail now for having crack cocaine probably. And that was unfortunately the modus operandi for some rookie cops who came down here. Their mentality was that anybody walking down here would be scoring drugs, so you might as well bust them anyway.
We’ll go to the happy stuff because I could talk about the other stuff… The happy stuff is that for the 35 years I’ve lived here, you’ll walk around and see the same people, the familiar faces, and even though you might not say hello to them, you think in your mind that they’re still here. You’ve grown old together. It’s a neighborhood.
I’ve also said goodbye to a lot of characters in the neighborhood too. Antonio who lived down here. He was a Cuban artist. I actually worked in an office with him one time, and in his apartment there was like a 100 paintings of fruits, apples, oranges, grapes. And he can’t understand why nobody wants to buy his art. I didn’t have the heart to tell him, well maybe no one wants a picture of an apple. There was a guy named Fred, his mother lived in the same building, and he died of AIDS. These were happy people to hang out with.
In the building on the first floor there was a guy called Lenny who was a screenwriter. He was like Lenny Bruce. His name was Lenny, but he came from the Lenny Bruce period. He had a lot of jokes like Lenny Bruce. He used to sing this song, which I recorded him singing it. I’m going to sing it for you right now so that he’ll become famous from that song. It goes like this:
Night after night, the taxis brought me home.
Down East Houston, to the home I’ve never known before.
And there goes Harry and there Bob
And there goes Dick and there goes Rob.
But in the middle of my story, there was grief.
In the middle of my story, there was crime.
Night after night, the taxis brought me home.
Down East Houston, to the home I’ve never known before.
That was his song. He used to love singing it. He was a very good singer. There you have it. There’s Lenny’s song.
