"Bernie, meditative for once, told a guest that he couldn’t quite believe he was at a wedding at the Bowery Hotel. His grandparents had made their lives on the Lower East Side, a stone’s throw from where he sat with his tux and his multi-thousand-dollar watch. He’d lived with them for a while, and that evening, he recalled how poor and run-down their neighborhood had looked. He gestured in the direction of the Lower East Side. 'I fought my way out of there, Bernie told a guest. 'I had to scrape and battle and work really hard.'" [NYM]
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