Author: ruhlwrite

“Before I do anything else, I have to put on my tutu,” says Alistair Williams.He drops his canvas gym bag on a chair outside Madame Sou Sou Café on 33rd Street, which is where he usually hangs his tutu. Like a magician with a rabbit, he pulls out a scrunched-up circle of black tulle. Alistair, tall and lean in jean shorts, Yankees cap and sleeveless Broadway Bodies T, slips it over his big, black Nike Air Force 180s and does a little dance. Ah, that’s better.There was a time, and…

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Sylvia-Anais Mouzourou brings out a box of dates and places them on her office desk.Would you like a cup of iced coffee? Or how about a glass of water? Feeding visitors, she says, is a Greek thing. Sylvia is, among other things, a Moon Priestess, and, the food aside, she tends to focus more on the spiritual than the physical side of life. She is from Limassol, Cyprus’ City of the Sun, which is where her training as a healer and psychoanalyst began and where most of the rest of her family remains. …

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“I’m standing in the center field.”Neil Herdan wants to make sure I can identify him when I arrive at Whitey Ford Field, so that’s the message he texts. The Grape Dutches, a team in the Astoria Social Softball League, is supposed to have a playoff game, but it’s so early that the players haven’t arrived yet.Neil is the only guy on the field. And it’s a good thing because he’s not in center field. He’s smack in the middle of the pitcher’s mound. He apparently has no idea…

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Gladys Gray is thumbing through an album of old photos, and when she sees the black-and-white studio shot of the wedding, she stops.She points out the smiling flower girl with the chubby cheeks and bobbed hair. “That’s me,” she says. “This was taken 85 years ago when my cousin got married. I remember the exact year because I was 4.”There’s something else about that photo that Gladys will never forget: the bouquets. Bold, bountiful and almost too big to hold, they were made…

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Tomohiro Arakawa has his hands full. He’s juggling a bulky backpack and a spindly scooter as he orders his breakfast at Lot’s O Bagels on Broadway.The Saturday subways are screwed up. He’s on his way to work in Manhattan and doesn’t want to be late. Scooter aside, Tomohiro stands out in a crowd. He’s tall – 6 foot, plus a couple more inches when he’s standing on the Swagtron – and trim, and he’s dressed in 50 shades of black, which add super-chicness to his stature. Tomohiro…

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