xmas 2021 - Wall and Broad NYC

years of Holidays on Wall Street.one of my my old bldgs, 60 Broad is in the Background here - the black one on the corner 2 doors from the Stock Exchange. 2 Broadway is another one where i spent years gazing down on Bowling Green, the Bull, and ascended the subway onto cobblestones with wind blowing madly. out the window is now the Archives building, the beautiful one where they filmed Ghostbusters, and afterward there was always someone below filming something on all these streets. Funny there is no traffic now. Everything is turned to walking areas. kind of cool.

The other way was to the Ferry, skirts blowing up all seasons and the lovely gamey stench of downtown sewers and the splashing against the dock. The other up the road, WTC towers 1 and 2, where we had offices in both. then WFC where we retreated to after the first bombing and the view of Jersey City was kind of beautiful... between 3 locations, then the PATH train I then took across to NJ to work at Hudson Street where coworkers ended up WATCHING the towers fall.... it's half a lifetime of memories. of hustling, suffering, trotting through, trying to survive the business, putting up with the man's world of harassments, working for some companies like Drexel where down this very street the bldg was set on fire above our heads...to burn the evidence on the Archives floor.

I literally lived everywhere during these year and commuted from everywhere. at one time I called it trains planes and automobiles- taking 3 modes of transit to get to one poorly paying job, being the high heeled skirt running interference for execs and an office full of accountants balancing private client's money bags... you know, letting hookers into the exec lounge on friday afternoons, watching CEOs stop by to take showers in the exec suites at 2 Broadway before going home to wifey.. I enjoyed the exec accommodations at times, showering in a glass bathroom looking right out over Battery Park, a sauna , and beautiful office and lounge. At the same time, we had some employees who were Homeless, and would sneak back IN at night to sleep at the offfice, in lush conference rooms. One that i personally setup to shower and change in the bosses suite before anyone got there each day. A student struggling to finish school. the disparity everywhere... homeless people and addicts walking the streets below, always...

we all walked through this maze of dirty money , opulence and dirty business on a daily basis, literally hustling tickets from the MERC and hanging out on the exchange floor. WE were the plebs, the servants. we got plenty of cash thrown AT us in bonuses but drops in a bucket compared to the money being made there...sometimes it's kind of comforting to look back at the many who lost it all here during after the junk bond catastrophe, then the real estate catastrophe. America never learns, it has no reason to...its a capitalist economy where humans are just resources to keep the gears turning.

everything has changed so much, it's unrecognizable, but nothing pulls the air out of my lungs like the absence of those buildings ..those towers there since my childhood, visible from my house... where we all worked for a few years there and if not always there., always visible. like 2 mountains that disappear from a landscape. we dont get to ever forget. never will

6 friends lost there. life changed for years after and I think we're just starting to realize the impact it had for 10 whole years, disrupting how we were raising our kids because we were...so disturbed internally and trying to smile and fake it for their sake.

It's no longer a street with traffic like it use to be and the tree is moved to the middle of the street.