The New York I Remember…(Part 1)

Growing up in the early 1970s, New York City had a particular smell that hung in the air in a hazy soup of smoky white.  It was the residue from decades past, neglect and apathy.  Graffiti-stained subway trains emerged from River Avenue and Yankee Stadium roaring atop faded green girders pockmarked with rust. Crime, corruption, and …