You just never want to see this sign. I used to fly when I visited my parents in Massachusetts. Three Christmases ago, this trauma even came with a compensation. The flight attendant was a former New York City cop, which gave a special sweetness to the landing announcement: Ladeez an gennulmun, welcome tah Booistun–home of… Read More Lost in Queens. And Brooklyn. Manhattan, the Bronx, and Staten Island too.
Buried below the fold on p. A22 of today’s New York Times is a heart-rending story of a missing person, the family he left behind, and the community who left them behind. Thirty-five years ago tomorrow, 20-year-old Steven Chait disappeared. The Columbia University student simply bade his roommate “Take it slow,” and vanished, never to… Read More A Missing Community