
In the summer of 2001, I was living on Carroll Street in the Carroll Gardens neighborhood of Brooklyn when my landlord, an old longshoreman, died. His unsentimental family, who had long since decamped to Staten Island and Ne…
In the summer of 2001, I was living on Carroll Street in the Carroll Gardens neighborhood of Brooklyn when my landlord, an old longshoreman, died. His unsentimental family, who had long since decamped to Staten Island and Ne…