A little over eleven years before I originally posted this topic- I'll always remember it as the 'Ramadan-of-the-big-snow'- It was about the time of the original World Trade Center bombing. [ February 26, 1993 ] ...
This then was the ground out of which this site, and the dream that goes with it was born. The winter of the 'great storm' - It swept from coast-to-coast, and south to north, touching everything and every one in it's path.
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The last time I saw Manhattan you could, literally, have walked from Riverdale to Grand Central Station on the Hudson Line. It was snowing all the way to the Sierra's.
I left and for all practical purposes, have never looked back. I never really had to. Just about everyone I knew back there, has come out here, to the 'Left Coast' and I think, for pretty much the same reason. Well- Everyone except Bernie Glassman
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This story, this 'reflection', really has to begin in Louisville Kentucky, and it really has to begin somewhere in 1852.
My Great-Great-Grandfather, Theophile Conrad, left Alsace-Lorraine to seek his further fame and fortune in America. Little is known of him prior to this point-in-time beyond that he served the Imperial Crown, the Austrian Empire during the Franco-Prussian Revolution, and building upon relationships started there, did commerce at court through 6 - 11 August 1884.
By the time my Great-Grandmother was twenty-one and made her debut in Vienna, she had visited Europe no less than fourteen times.
Now stop and reflect on that just a moment-