Typical freezing afternoon here in Brighton Beach, where Chabad Lubavitchers occupy the streetcorner to help their wayward Russian brothers knot tifilin, and taxi drivers rush to pick up their kids from elementary school and hurry up the street to Omar Masjid, where they advertise low-cost funerary services. Further up the way, of course, is the landermatte, where fewer and fewer families are coming to run their $4 loads (it is winter, after all), and Eastern Market, with its endlessly impressive array of ethnic sweets, unFDA approved digestives, and wtfness.
It won’t bother you unless you stop to think that all of this–that is, everything behind Brighton Beach Avenue–is poised to disappear. Not that rezoning could probably have saved it, although G-d knows they tried (even if they did it for all the wrong reasons). That’s just New York