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\nI worked in so many different “neighborhoods” in Manhattan. And once you stop working in that area, unless you have a reason to go there … you basically never see it again. So the places with which you become intimately familiar – the hole in the wall bodegas, the newsstands (and the men who work there), the cafes, the shops … places you may see every single day, suddenly – poof – you never see them again because you work just 10 blocks north. New York is weird like that. <\/p>\n
During my time working at 30 Rock, I got very familiar with a little stretch of storefronts a couple blocks south and over where fabric was sold. Their window displays were always so interesting, and I always took a second to stop and appreciate. This was in around 2007. I stopped working at 30 Rock in 2008. Hence: I never saw these fabric places again. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I worked in so many different “neighborhoods” in Manhattan. And once you stop working in that area, unless you have a reason to go there … you basically never see it again. So the places with which you become intimately … Continue reading