There are few places I think of more fondly than Brooklyn. Having lived just off the Promenade during the early 1990s, I can still feel the crisp air on my skin as I walked up Cranberry toward High Street to get a slice. The neighborhood shimmered with red and gold foliage even as the leaves danced to the throbbing music of city traffic as it echoed around the brownstones and toward the Hudson. I loved everything about that period in my life. Yet as beloved as my time was there, my residence was short, even if my memories are still vivid twenty-five years later. Writer Thelma Adams, however, spent a lifetime there and today she stops by to tell us why she always returns to Brooklyn, literally and in her writing, and what makes it such a special place. Enjoy! —J&H Continue reading “Brooklyn: Give Us Your Tired, Your Poor and Your Schleppers [GUEST POST]”