The Stranger At the Gate...

I saw a man and his son peering through the gate of my building. A normal person might have been aggravated at the infringement of privacy, but I saw an opportunity to meet someone new, and welcome them. Turns out he had come to the building, an old clock factory, to show his son, Elijah, because it's mentioned in my neighbor Selina Alko's book. Small world. Listen in to my chat with Sam about the history of Brooklyn (my building included) and lots of interesting factoids about NYC, and thoughts about the openness of people here.