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  1. says:

    03/31/2008 at 2:53 am

    yeah, most people don’t want to pay storage fees to store their stuff, especially the first amendment vendors (used book sellers) who don’t make too much anyway… one such example are the 2-3 tables on the nw corner of 72nd st and broadway that is covered each night and looks like a shabbily built hovel for some homeless family.

    speaking of housing, there’s one guy who was recently living in a box on the bowery.
    http://www.nytimes.com/2008/02/21/nyregion/21bowery.html

    "Mr. Foley wrote his name and address on the side and chained it to the pole on Broome Street. He said the police told him he could stay if he did not cause any trouble. He found a battery-powered nightlight, and slept on top of one sleeping bag and beneath another.

    He read the papers and Sports Illustrated until the streets outside hushed. “The worst nights were Friday and Saturday,” he said. “You had the drunks going by. They would tease me, bang on the box. Wiseguys.”

    Box living soon lost its charm.

    “It’s too small for me,” he said. “To turn over, I’ve got to go through all kinds of changes.” A little leak on top let in rain. “It’s like Chinese torture.”

    Hot nights were brutal. “In the summer, it was a sweatbox,” he said. One day, his buddy Mike mistakenly unchained the box from the pole while Mr. Foley was asleep inside, and it rolled off the curb.

    “A car comes along and sideswipes the box…
    (more)

  2. says:

    03/30/2008 at 8:53 am

    yeah, most people don’t want to pay storage fees to store their stuff, especially the first amendment vendors (used book sellers) who don’t make too much anyway… one such example are the 2-3 tables on the nw corner of 72nd st and broadway that is covered each night and looks like a shabbily built hovel for some homeless family.

    speaking of housing, there’s one guy who was recently living in a box on the bowery.
    http://www.nytimes.com/2008/02/21/nyregion/21bowery.html

    "Mr. Foley wrote his name and address on the side and chained it to the pole on Broome Street. He said the police told him he could stay if he did not cause any trouble. He found a battery-powered nightlight, and slept on top of one sleeping bag and beneath another.

    He read the papers and Sports Illustrated until the streets outside hushed. “The worst nights were Friday and Saturday,” he said. “You had the drunks going by. They would tease me, bang on the box. Wiseguys.”

    Box living soon lost its charm.

    “It’s too small for me,” he said. “To turn over, I’ve got to go through all kinds of changes.” A little leak on top let in rain. “It’s like Chinese torture.”

    Hot nights were brutal. “In the summer, it was a sweatbox,” he said. One day, his buddy Mike mistakenly unchained the box from the pole while Mr. Foley was asleep inside, and it rolled off the curb.

    “A car comes along and sideswipes the box…
    (more)

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