I could not imagine leaving home and starting over in a new country. The United States is a country of immigrants and their traces are everywhere, especially here in New York. To make the transition easier, when the migrations were large, the communities assembled together in neighborhoods and made it look like home. I recently took a stroll that reminded me of this fact. And as I strolled through some of the neighborhoods, it occurred to me that actually I may be the stranger.
I left my office on Broad Street, which was where some of the earliest Dutch settlers made camp. At the entrance of 85 Broad Street is a medallion that outlines what the Dutch outpost looked like at that site. I made a left at Pearl Street and headed toward the