So bizarre, New York City, land of ultimate plenty, where commerce comes to learn, where everything is something to buy and everywhere is somewhere to sell.
Why, commerce shangri la, is it sometimes UTTERLY IMPOSSIBLE to find some things?
Where can you get a lampshade? dye remover? a plastic container large enough to hold a huge batch of chicken stock? a tear in a rabbit fur coat mended? A seam ripper and heavy duty button thread?
The serious obvious answers are: the lighting district on the west side of the Bowery, Orchard street below Houston, the restaurant supply stores on the east side of the Bowery, 8th Avenue in the 30’s, and pretty much any place in the garment district, respectively.
But what if I just want a small, beautiful pack of paper needles? A single shade for the worlds tiniest lamp made of a coffee percolater? A pack of RIT? Basic Notions? A handshake and a bit of talk?
Any bright ideas, Brooklyn?
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