The Hidden House

There is a glass and brass door on 31st Street right under the El. Even if you take the subway every day, you’ve probably never noticed it. That’s because it’s painted green, just like the one next to it. If you don’t know any better, you’d think each is an entrance to Teddy’s Florist. But this door, the one on the left, is a portal to the past. To get there, you travel through a dark, tunnel-like passageway and emerge into the blinding brightness of day. The vision — for at first it doesn’t …

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The Chef’s Mamma

Tina Sacramone takes a piece of yellow-ruled paper out of her handbag and places it on the table. 4 cups of potatoes, cut in cubes 2 cups of water 2 cloves of garlic, chopped 2 pieces of parsley, chopped Put everything in a pot, cover it and cook for a half hour. “That’s the first recipe I ever made,” she says. “I still remember it.” Photo by Nancy A. Ruhling You’ll see Tina at Trattoria L ‘Incontro. Tina, 74, can be forgiven for having to write it down because she made that simple dish a lifetime ago. She was only…

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The ‘Pink’ Painter

It’s an ordinary white garage door, but when Lady Pink rolls it up, the eyes, surprisingly, are assaulted by a kaleidoscope of color. In this space, which was built to house two cars, Lady Pink, The Grandmother of Graffiti, makes her studio. Lady Pink, of course, is her artistic name. The name she was born with? It’s irrelevant — you wouldn’t ask Cher this question or expect Madonna to answer to anything other than the M word. “My friends call me Pink,” she says. “You can, too.” Photo by Nancy A. Ruhling Lady Pink — Pink to you — is&…

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