When I lived here (with my family) in the 1950's and 1960's, this was a rental building. There was no doorman or concierge and no rack in the lobby for dry cleaning. There was an elevator operator (now the elevator is automatic).
In "Here is New York," E. B. White identifies three New Yorks: the city of the people born here; that of the commuter; and--"the greatest"--that of the person born somewhere else who comes here "in quest of something."
I think there is a fourth New York, mine: that of someone who grew up here, moved away, and then--finally!--comes back.
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