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For the Mateos, moving to the Bronx from Washington Heights was the right decision. The Dominican family had come to America for a better life and the Bronx presented the kinds of opportunities that would allow them to succeed – lower rents, safer streets, and a better quality of life.
Trial over, residents of 452 Ft. Washington waiting for court’s decision
The tenants of 452 Ft. Washington Avenue were in court, possibly for the last time, on Fri., Feb. 19 for the close of the trial that will decide if the city will take control of the building.
A woman visiting her boyfriend was allegedly attacked in the hallway of his W. 158th Street apartment on Feb. 19.
Police believe Evan Turner, a 56-year-old Brooklyn resident, had followed the woman into the building from the street, slipping in behind her as she entered the building.
In January the Dominican Republic radically changed its constitution. While the issue of completely outlawing abortion in any form dominated the discussion, a smaller change, allowing Dominicans living abroad to be represented by eight members of the lower house of Congress went largely un-noticed.
The combination of high winds and heavy, wet snow has had a dangerous and devastating effect on Northern Manhattan’s parks.
With this week’s issue we introduce a new section in the paper for Manhattan Times subscribers and The Bronx Free Press readers: the Green Times.
Artist: Diana Schmertz
Title: “They Are Each Other For a While,” 2009
Exhibited: As part of the group show “Women of the Heights” at NoMAA Gallery at the Cornerstone Center, 178 Bennett Avenue @ W. 189 St., 3rd Floor. Opening Reception: Thursday, March 4 @ 6-8 p.m.
In just two weeks of open houses, four offers have been made on the new condominiums on Bennett Avenue near W. 190th Street. The building, called Bennett212, is still under construction, but a model apartment is finished to give potential buyers an idea of what to expect, said real estate agent Sandy Edry of Citi-Habitats.
While Michael Jackson’s “We Are the World” blared in the background, Christine Grimaldi cheered on the members of her spin class. “Fifteen more seconds, you can do it,” she said. “Breathe, we’re going to climb up a hill.”
On a Friday night at this time of year in the 1950s, you’d be hard pressed to find a soul on the streets, let alone inside a restaurant. Most families stayed home in strict observance of Lent, the 40-day period of penitence and abstention in the Roman Catholic tradition from late February to early April, remembers Coogan’s Restaurant owner Peter Walsh, who grew up in the Irish Catholic neighborhood of Yorkville.
The New York Press Association, an organization of community newsweeklies from around the state, boldly proclaimed last week at a press conference held at the Brooklyn Metro Tech Center: “The community newspaper business is alive, well and profitable. Community newspapers are growing.”
It was more than a month ago when one of the worst earthquakes in history struck the poorest country in the western hemisphere, Haiti. An estimated 250,000 people died in this tragedy and over 300,000 were injured: A saddening turn of events in a country that has not been able to catch a break since they became the first black republic. It has gone through centuries of discrimination, occupation, a dictatorship and natural disasters.
Dear President Obama,
I have to whole heartedly disagree with your statement: “And I, like most of the American people, don't begrudge success or wealth. That's part of the free market system.”
The Streets Where We Live
Last week's blizzard could have been a perfect excuse to bunker down in my Inwood apartment and bake nonstop batches of cookies (which I may or may not have ultimately succumbed to later in the weekend), but I took this latest round of the season’s historic snowfall as a call to action. It was time to take a walking tour of the snowy neighborhood. The icy fence on W. 215th Street led me to Inwood Hill Park where trees heavy with snow bowed to the salt marsh, a grandfather and his grandson careened down the steep hill toward a tree, the grandfather calling out laughing, “Arbol, arbol,” and a small family pelted one another with snowballs.
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Introducing the Green Times
