The building next door to ours.
Many buildings in our neighborhood have names. Ours seems to be a no-name orphan. I keep meaning to go over to 135th Street where every building has a name and take some snapshots. I remember there’s a Helena and a Maude, and some others reflecting name trends and tastes of decades past. It’s an uphill trek (or downhill depending on whether your coming from Broadway or Amsterdam Avenue) and it’s always either too hot or too cold when I think of it.
It’s too cold now.