“The full moon rose above the harbor as brightly lit tour boats skimmed along the black water, the brilliant cluster of lower Manhattan piled like stacks of coins from a treasure chest in the distance. Up the river, bridges arched… — Andrew Cotto Copy Share Image
“In the open sky above the hushed streets, the moon was a porcelain plate on a black table as I walked home. A breeze… — Andrew Cotto Copy Share Image
“My mother's mother came to this country in the usual way--she got on a boat with other immigrants and sailed from Sicily. She wasn't… — Andrew Cotto Copy Share Image
“Past the sloping green lawn of the park, I entered a new world, regal and historic. Here I walked on swept sidewalks, past pristine… — Andrew Cotto Copy Share Image
“Past the projects, the land opened up and water came into view. The breeze carried rain and salt. Jetties and barrier walls supported the… — Andrew Cotto Copy Share Image
“The full moon rose above the harbor as brightly lit tour boats skimmed along the black water, the brilliant cluster of lower Manhattan piled… — Andrew Cotto Copy Share Image
“Gypsy cabs jostled and honked...Dollar vans lined the sidewalk and people piled in and out. As I walked down the slope, the buildings grew… — Andrew Cotto Copy Share Image
“The lady in the liquor store sold me a fifth of whiskey and the landlord’s name without taking her eyes off the book she… — Andrew Cotto Copy Share Image
