On the Street Where I Live

Four years ago, I moved to Astoria, the most eccentric place on the planet. On the first day, before the moving truck pulled away, I was welcomed with a Greek good-luck charm. A guy on the street, seeing my open front door, invited himself into my house and threw a quarter up the living room stairs. It bounced down to welcome me to the land of fig trees, $15-haircuts and French bulldogs. It wasn’t long before I found out that even though Astoria is part of the Big Apple, it possesses a small-town…

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