What's the neighbourhood like?

In the Bronx, where I teach.

I get on the 2 train at Wall Street, and take it straight up the line from the financial shit show to the real economy. Nothing but goods (used cars and affordable groceries), services (light manufacturing and hair relaxing) and dinero efectivo.


Even the subway changes from an anonymous transportation-function to a place of shift work and maintenance checklists.


I have consumed room-temperature fermented horse milk. But cow foot. No, this is too controversial.


I fantasize about working at this printing press, which is "open but we keep the door locked. Please knock."


Security is less of a concern at the pawn shop, where you obviously could easily punch a hole through their wall and take all their gold.