I felt the need to take a break from the show biz news and snarky gossip to dedicate a short post to Mayor Koch. As many of my readers and friends know, I grew up in New York City and have lived here my entire life. Growing up in very unfashionable Chelsea, I remember the seedy, broken and dangerous streets of Times Square, Alphabet City, the meatpacking district and anywhere above 86th Street; not to mention the graffiti ridden trains, the homeless, the garbage and transit strikes.
I was very sad when I heard the news of Ed Koch’s passing last Friday. I think a piece of me died as well. His passing represents the end of an era and a reminder of how much New York City has changed – mostly for the better but I do miss the easily accessible downtown art scene in Soho and the East Village and a certain edginess which seems to be missing these days.
Christine C. Quinn, the City Council speaker, had remarked that Mr. Koch had frequently offered her advice, but that “at the end of every conversation he would say, ‘Just do what you want, and if people don’t like it, just bleep ’em.’ ” Love that!
Mr. Koch was buried at Trinity Church Cemetery in northern Manhattan He chose it so that he would not have to leave Manhattan. “Just think about it: a Polish Jew in an Episcopal graveyard in a largely Dominican neighborhood,” Mr. Bloomberg said. “What could be more New York — or even more Ed Koch?”