This gentleman greeted people on Avenue A yesterday with a special happy hour show. He was fairly pleased with himself. The show ended with a grand finale where the naked gentleman spread his gluteal muscles for those interested in a closer inspection.
Aaron's daughter, my great-aunt Sue, talked about living "behind the store" in one large room, in which her father had built some partitions. There was no heat, except for a kerosene stove, and the toilet was outside in back. But I think she was referring to their tenement on Allen Street.
I'm guessing they moved to the Bowery around 1905, and probably lived in an apartment above the store, because she said that her father would "go upstairs" to sleep when he was ill.
Ms. Boo decorated the restaurant herself, wrapping twine around the front door handle, pinning ears of dried corn to a wall and filling the counter’s red shadowbox top with mosaics of broken glass. Light bulbs, shrouded in raffia, huddle in rattan boats dangling from the ceiling. The chairs, nine along the counter and six more at tables, could have been plucked from a hair salon.
It is the kind of place you are relieved still exists in the East Village: tiny, a little kooky, with its own weather.
Cracks in my walls, ceiling, etc., and the lovely noise from 7 a.m. - 6 p.m. Monday - Saturday. I only have one window to see out of for the air conditioner as I put 3-inch foam in the others.
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The landlord of my small, rent-stabilized building just converted a one bedroom into a three bedroom/two bath unit and put it on the market for $5,900 a month — probably from less than $1,000 a month.
Is this huge jump legal?