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the NY Municipal Archives has photos of every building in NY taken between 1983-1988. Some are better  than others and in our case of the home we grew up in, its fuzzy and tiny and oh so hard to see but there it is in all its glory.. 463 Broome Street.. the loft that we laughed, cried, yelled, crawled, danced, fought and played in. To anyone else, this photo would seem trivial.. silly, even.. fuzzy old picture, spray painted door, fire escapes.. but to me (and to you, I imagine) its our history. I love that moms chair is there, that white spot on the second floor fire escape, I can just see mom in it, with a glass of wine and some pair of $5 sunglasses that she can always make look chic, looking off into her Soho, before the tourists, before the malls.. I wonder what was going on in that loft that day..