I’ve a new story in the new issue of This Is the Bronx Weekday Magazine. This piece was born from a series of tweets I did about my upstairs neighbors, who may be Quinametzin or who just walk on the floor like they are.
Here is a preview:
Living in any apartment building is a privilege and can be a joy. But living where I do in the Bronx, it seems there are superior joys. If you lived underneath the Stomperson family, for example, in a porous pre-war in Pelham Bay, you’d love it as much as I do.
You’d love the Stompersons’ insistent dedication to the tradition of the Dutch settlers of Bronx history in their wearing what must be heavy wooden clogs 24/7. “What’s that?” you say, waking up in the middle of the night. “Oh that–that’s history.”