Author Patricia Vaccarino can’t seem to forget her hometown, Yonkers. She’s back with a new story, “The Heart of Yonkers,” that takes us back to a time long before social distancing.
I remember being 16 and needing no other beauty accoutrement than a dab of gloss on my flesh-colored lips. I also remember creepy old men stalking me because I was young, pretty and wearing a high school uniform. Filthy old fools. They were everywhere: in the subway, in alleys, standing by bus stops or on the street in front of hotels as fancy as the Pierre and museums as old as the MET.
Not much has changed since Cookie Colangelo was deluged by unwanted advances back in 1971, except women aren’t going to put up with it anymore! It’s all on you, Alabama! You didn’t create the merry-go-round, but you can step up to the plate and say enough is enough!
