Well, this image will always be my favorite memory of Brooklyn. Mr. Tascha in the Garden. I can't tell you how much I miss being able to walk across the street to pick kale whenever I wanted some.
And below was my last goodbye before I got in the truck and drove away-- Miz Hazel Haines. She was burning hair off of pig's feet with her gas stove when I paid her a visit. I just lost it. I cried the whole way out of New York.
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