The Last Boss Of New York

The day was chill and somber.  Overhead was a gray expanse of cloud, slightly stirred, however, by a breeze; so that a gleam of flickering sunshine might now and then be seen a its solitary play along the path (159).

My great aunt, on my grandfather’s side, was a beautiful woman in her time. She was a tall 5’5 with long french hair that rested in little curls at the ends. Her skin was a light coffee color much like mine. Her facial features displayed an uncharacteristically delicate quality for her environment. she was a nexus for all types of attention, good and bad. When she was at the ripe age of sixteen a man, almost twice her age arrived to the front porch. He intended to inquire about a date. when the doorbell rang he crooked a sly smile, not expecting to be greeted by the stoic face of my great grandfather. My great grandmother exact words were something like “That burly man weren’t expecting your grand daddy. His smiled dropped so quick you could feel the breeze.” I can

I didn’t want the man to feel embarrassed or uncomfortable so I tried to make the situation as low key as possible. Although the experience between us was positive when I held the door and smiled at him, overall I believe it was a negative situation for this gentleman. This scenario taught me that in todays society not all establishments are accessible. I would use this lesson in the future when encountering similar situations by doing the same thing (helping as much as I can without creating a scene). Next time I would bring to the manager or owners attention that they need to make their store accessible for everyone. I value equality and respect, therefore, don’t think anyone should be put in an uncomfortable or embarrassing situation like that when doing something an everyday task such as

“Nanny, what do you want from the boardwalk?” My father said as we were preparing to go down the street to the boardwalk. My little Italian grandma peered out of the window saying “Bri, I want those Zepoles from Three Brothers please.” As we walked to the boardwalk I asked my father about the history of our shore house in Seaside Heights. “It must have been the late eighties when my parents decided to buy the shore house. They wanted a place where all the family could get together and make memories. You know family is the most important thing to Nanny.” The beach air blew my hair out of my face carrying the sweet smell of the Zepoles.

The unkind culture of New York was irrelevant while he was in awe of the snow and towering buildings. The pure white snow gave off a new and exciting feeling for their new home and opportunities waiting for them. As he and his

The New York State Comptroller possesses a lot of power because it deals with the finances and money the State has and manages. The Comptroller is the checks and balances, but on a State level. Unlike on a Federal level it does not keep the Judicial, Executive and Legislative branches in check, but keeps the city council, mayor and other branches of government in check. The Comptroller presides over the investments of municipal pension funds, audits city agencies and is essentially the state's chief accountant/financial officer. Even though they have all this authority they are not allowed to make laws, so this authority is seen when they issue financial proposals that they government can decide to turn into laws. Their opinions and perspectives are highly valued and taken into account. The Comptroller oversees the billion dollar budget by ensuring the tax dollars are spent well, collecting funds and taxes to pay for state programs and examining government contracts.

New York City is the largest and one of the oldest cities in the United States, having been 'rediscovered' by Henry Hudson in 1609 while working for the Dutch East Indies Company. New Amsterdam, as it was then known, was settled in 1614 by Dutch fur traders and became the most important port in America. (Reed, 2011) The two rivers flowing on each side of Manhattan grant easy access to the ocean, and Henry Hudson remarked that the harbor was the best natural harbor he had ever seen in the world. For hundreds of years the city has been at the epicenter of world trade, and immigration to the new world. Millions of immigrants have filled the streets of New York, from Europe, Africa, South America, Asia, and elsewhere.

He then went behind the counter and took the money bag from the safe which was unlocked.

”~Will, speaking about his father This description clearly paints a picture in the reader’s mind of what Maida’s grandfather looked like after spending a morning in the fields. PERSONIFICATION “I would have expected love to be able to call out to love.

Third, scholars have studied the grassroots community activism that has developed in response to the exposure to toxins. These studies have emphasized the direct confrontational tactics used that are reminiscent of the civil rights and other social justice movements, such as protest marches and picketing. Particularly identity politics have played a significant role in uniting communities and raising awareness about the disparities in vulnerability to public health threats. In her book, Noxious New York, Julie Sze argues that environmental justice protests were racialized in reaction to historical and political processes. Those processes include the privatization and deregulation of public health and environmental services, and their continually

When they arrived they were greeted with roses by the governor. The rain had finally stopped and it was supposed to be a beautiful day with blue skies. The nice weather

He loved New York during the Spring. The emergence of people walking along the streets after a long, cold winter, the blooming of beautiful flowers, the way the sun tickled the streets and buildings with the promise of new beginnings. Why had he stayed away so long? That was a stupid question. Unfortunately, now, she was long gone and he would never see her again. He would never have the opportunity to explain.

cards and flowers at the office. The staff person immediately wrote a letter to him clearly stating

Mr. E. A Poe, his proud and beautiful head erect, his dark eyes flashing with the elective light of feeling and of thought, a peculiar, an inimitable blending of sweetness and hauteur in his expression and manner, greeted his guests into the front parlor as they waited for the dinner to commence. The gentlemen were attired in a black frockcoat with a shite shirts and black cravats, tied somewhat loosely. There were a certain cool, stale smell about the room but this did not seem to discern the guests. As they glided into the front room a single card

It was a bright winter’s day. I was strolling through the city with my friends Isabella and Phoebe. We were heading to the pancake kitchen. We agreed earlier in the day to go there for lunch.