Until
last week's sad announcement that the New York Press was printing its
final issue, I could never have imagined NY as a one alt-weekly town.
From the time that I was old enough to care and read about the city where I spent my adolescence,
there were two competing street boxes on every major corner in
Manhattan – both of which I ambushed as a first order of business
every time the 7 train spit me up into Gotham.