Peter L’Official

  • ON THE WATERFRONT

    “OUR STREETS ARE CALENDARS containing who we were and who we will be next,” wrote Colson Whitehead in a November 2001 essay about a New York still in the turbid wake of a different airborne cataclysm. “We see ourselves in this city every day when we walk down the sidewalk and catch our reflections in store windows, seek ourselves in this city each time we reminisce about what was there 5, 10, 40 years ago, because all our old places are proof that we were here.” Whitehead’s essay is perhaps most famous for its charming epigraphic rubrics for city citizenship (“You are a New Yorker when what was