Growing Up at Trump Towers

“There are roughly three New Yorks. There is, first, the New York of the man or woman who was born here, who takes the city for granted and accepts its size and its turbulence as natural and inevitable. Second, there is the New York of the commuter — the city that is devoured by locusts each day and spat out each night. Third, there is the New York of the person who was born somewhere else and came to New York in quest of something….Commuters give the city its tidal restlessness; natives give it solidity and continuity; but the settlers give it passion.” — E.B. White Every month, I stop at Trump Towers to pick up my father’s mail. My father, who has not resided on a full-time basis at Trump Towers for the duration of his thirty-year apartment ownership, does not trust the reliability of the government run U.S Postal Service. <a href="https://amyomar.medium.com/growing-up-at-trump-towers-e7f4b4b74c7a">Learn More</a>