Everyone on the Grand Concourse this morning knew the feeling. So did the people waiting for the D train at East 161st Street. The guys gathered around Juan Carlos’s coffee cart knew it, too.
The Bronx has taken punches to the gut and police clubs to the head. People in this neighborhood know all about knockdowns and beatings. And they can take it.
They can take anything because they don’t have a choice. And they take it with hopeful smiles because they don’t know any other way.
This is another day to survive and tonight there is another baseball game to win.
That’s just the way it is around here.