Four years ago, Lily Koppel, a young reporter for the New York TimesMetro desk, walked out of her Upper West Side apartment building to find a Dumpster on the curb. The Dumpster overflowed with at least fifty old steamer trunks—detritus from the building’s basement, waiting to be carted away by city workers. The promise of [...]

Painted—played piano—read Baudelaire—and saw Manny. But I couldn’t resist thinking about that girl—! Invited that girl—Pearl is her name—to tea next Thursday afternoon—I hope I’m not disappointed—with her voice, I shouldn’t be.
According to plan, Florence and Pearl Siegelstein met, one late afternoon in March 1932, at an English tearoom on Lexington Avenue, advertised as “a [...]