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‘It Was Clear That No One Really Wanted to Be on the Train’

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‘It Was Clear That No One Really Wanted to Be on the Train’

Dear Diary:

It was June 2016, and I was on my way to my first 9-to-5 job in Midtown. I boarded a crowded 1 train at 135th and Broadway and then gingerly made my way onto an even more crowded express at 96th Street.

It was clear that no one really wanted to be on the train, but everyone was civil about it. People moved in where they could and put their backpacks on the floor to accommodate others.

The air conditioning was hardly working, and we were all packed like sardines in silence. I held my right hand against the ceiling to balance myself on the way to the next stop, 72nd Street.

When the train pulled in, a large crowd was waiting. Very few people got off, and only a couple of people managed to get on. A well-dressed woman in a leopard-print dress stared into the car from the platform, looking for somewhere she could fit.

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“Guys, really?” she said. “Make room for me. Please.”

No response.

“I can clearly see enough space for three to four people in the car,” she said.

As the doors began to close, a voice came from the other end of the car.

“Yeah,” the rider said, “maybe in your house.”

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— Josh Schultz


Dear Diary:

I married a woman with flight benefits.
I traveled to N.Y.C. to live like a local.
A museum, an opera, a slice, a haircut.

His name was Giovanni.
His joy, family.
Haircuts, his craft.

He greeted me and asked about family every 10 weeks.
He brimmed smiling when my wife visited.
He took several years to understand where I called home.

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He called me Minnesota.
I adopted him as a friend, father and barber.

— Jim Johnson


Dear Diary:

It was the first super-cold morning of winter that year and my little car, parked on the street near my West Village apartment, was all iced up. Having recently moved from Florida, I didn’t have an ice scraper.

I decided to start my car, set the heat and defroster on high, and wipe the ice off the windshield and the other windows with my gloved hands.

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As I got out of my car to begin, a woman walked up to the car parked just in front of mine. After starting it up, she got out and began to clean the windows with a big plastic scraper.

“After you’re done, could I borrow your scraper for a few minutes?” I asked.

She stopped her scraping, looked at me, and then looked at my car.

“I’ll scrape it for you,” she said.

“Shouldn’t I scrape yours for you?” I offered. “Then I could scrape mine?”

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She gave me a look.

“Get back in your car,” she said.

I did as I was told.

She came over and scraped off every window meticulously. When she was done, she went back and continued to scrape off her car.

I waved a big “thank you” as I pulled out, but I don’t think she saw me.

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— Doug Sylver


Dear Diary:

Underneath, bleached laces face up in the muck.
A tail rattles past. Wrappers whisper by, splashed
with ketchup and essence of onions. Meanwhile,
a suited man holds luggage in his large left hand.
Meanwhile, a woman’s tongue swishes kanji characters
around her mouth. Meanwhile, a purple pullover puffs
a steel cig. My eyes blink shut, and then my legs screech.
Meanwhile, a pea coat stands alone on the platform.
The brown benches bang on by.
The yellow flecked road dots on by.
Signs swoosh past, as I tumble
from light to dark. Meanwhile, the newlyweds,
making eye contact over bushy heads. She
releases me, sifts through the crowds to find him. He
envelops her, closing his arms over her shifting frame.
I sway, and they sway. I trip, and he catches her. Meanwhile,
a nurse’s eyes are fluttering awake.
Meanwhile, men in matching stitched hats. Women
in matching shirts. Meanwhile, teenagers dressed in matching
desires to fit in. Meanwhile, I stutter
and he catches her again.

— Alixa Brobbey


Dear Diary:

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When I moved to Park Slope, I lived in an apartment on the third floor of a brownstone. Every Saturday and Sunday, I would walk to the coffee shop around the corner and order a cappuccino and an almond croissant.

After a few years, the woman who was my girlfriend then and is now my wife moved in, and I added a cortado to the order.

Later, we bought a place in Flatbush, and on the morning of our last day in Park Slope, I asked her to go to the coffee shop while I brought down the last boxes.

When she got there, she asked for a cappuccino, a cortado and an almond croissant.

The man behind the counter paused.

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“I know that order,” he said. “You’re the cortado!”

— Connor Jennings

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The South Bushwick Church in Brooklyn was engulfed in flames on Friday, and the cause of the fire is still under investigation. The church was built in 1853 and is Bushwick’s oldest landmark, according to an expert.

By Meg Felling

June 22, 2026

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How a Security Guard Lives on $46,000 a Year in the East Bronx

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How a Security Guard Lives on ,000 a Year in the East Bronx

How can people possibly afford to live in one of the most expensive cities on the planet? It’s a question New Yorkers hear a lot, often delivered with a mix of awe, pity and confusion.

We surveyed hundreds of New Yorkers about how they spend, splurge and save. We found that many people — rich, poor or somewhere in between — live life as a series of small calculations that add up to one big question: What makes living in New York worth it?

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Maruf Abubakari Sadick left Ghana for New York in April 2023, confident he was prepared for chilly weather.

When he arrived that morning, the temperatures were in the 50s. He might as well have arrived during a snowstorm.

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“‘It’s really cold,’” he told his brother, who laughed and reminded him it wasn’t even winter. His brother brought him a warm jacket, sparking a love affair with outerwear, as well as clothes and colognes.

Three years later, these are the little luxuries on which Mr. Sadick splurges when he is not working two jobs as a security officer in the city.

“I really like to look good, and I like to smell good,” Mr. Sadick, 37, said. “I just tell myself ‘I work too hard. It’s self care.’”

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Together, his security jobs bring in close to $46,000 a year, which pays for rent, remittances to his family in Ghana, Wi-Fi, his phone bill and groceries. At the end of the month, he squirrels away what he can so he can one day pay for nursing school.

His rent is $700 a month, which affords him a room in a four-bedroom, one-bathroom apartment in the East Bronx that he shares with two other men and one woman.

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“Funny enough, we don’t have a schedule for the bathroom,” Mr. Sadick said. “It’s not easy.”

He buys a 30-pound bag of rice for $30 from the nearby bodega that lasts him about three months and a 40-pack of Poland Spring water for $20 so he can bring a bottle to work.

The housemates often share food, usually fish stews and okra soups that Mr. Sadick pours into a thermos, along with the rice, which he then takes to work. It helps him avoid paying for takeout which can cost more than $20.

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Mr. Sadick said he learned quickly that to survive in New York, you need to share.

Two Jobs, Little Sleep

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Mr. Sadick makes $17 an hour at both jobs, earning the current minimum wage in the city. By next year, he could be making at least $22.20 an hour, with two weeks of paid vacation and paid holidays.

The bump in pay is part of the Aland Etienne Safety and Security Act, a city law that Mayor Zohran Mamdani signed shortly after he took office that set a minimum wage for security guards. The law, which also requires employers to contribute to paid time off and health benefits, was named after the security officer who was fatally shot in July 2025 at 345 Park Avenue by a gunman who killed three others before killing himself.

Mr. Sadick did not know Mr. Etienne, but he said his death terrified him and other security officers, who realized how vulnerable they were at work.

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The job “seems easy,” he said. “It seems quiet. Then, one moment, it’s all chaos.”

From Tuesday to Friday he works a four to eight-hour shift when he guards a sprawling office complex in Long Island City, Queens.

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On weekends, he guards a drug and alcohol rehabilitation center in East Harlem from 8 a.m. to 4 p.m. When his shift ends, he takes the subway for a 40-minute commute back to the office complex in Queens, where he works 12-hour overnight shifts on Saturday and Sunday.

Three days a week he takes GED classes in the morning, which are free to state residents. Mondays are his one day off, which he uses “to make up for the two days that I don’t sleep,” Mr. Sadick said.

During the summers, when school is not in session, he tries to make some money selling bus tours to tourists around Times Square. On a good day, he will make $250 to $500 in commissions. On bad days, he will spend five hours in the heat with nothing to show for it.

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He said he was exhausted, but driven to pursue a career in medicine.

“I like to take care of people,” he said.

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Sending Help Home

A big part of Mr. Sadick’s salary goes to his family in Ghana. On average, he will send $500 a month to help pay for his parents’ food, his grandmother’s health aide and his sister’s schooling.

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Last month, he sent a $1,200 so that his parents could buy two sheep. He sent the money through Taptap Send, an app that lets people send money to countries in Africa, Asia, the Caribbean and Latin America.

The sheep should provide enough meat to last them a couple of months, he said. His brother sent over $2,000 around the same time so that their extended family could buy a bull.

Sending money home is “expected,” Mr. Sadick said, adding that he feels “very good” about being able to help.

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“We are brought up in a system where it’s all about family,” he said. “You are brought up to provide.”

Self-Care Is Worth the Splurge

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When Mr. Sadick has extra money in his pocket, he will pop into Zara or Macy’s, where he shops for shoes, jackets and button-down shirts.

He has six bottles of cologne. His favorites are Al Rehab Lord Eau De Parfum and Mountain Woody Forest from Zara. The Al Rehab cologne, which sells for $10.95 an ounce on Amazon, is for daytime. He saves the Mountain Woody Forest — $74.99 on Amazon — for special occasions.

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He owns 18 pairs of shoes, including red and white Air Jordans that he bought for $200 and a pair of brown, suede boots from Zara that cost $100.

“These are my favorites,” he said, stroking the soft Zara boots. “I look a bit professional in them.”

He is still trying to figure out what he will do when his salary goes up.

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Most likely, he said he would keep working both jobs so that he could save more money. But he daydreams about quitting one of them.

It would be nice, Mr. Sadick said, to get more sleep, have time to play soccer and visit art museums.

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What he would really like is more time to take long walks.

One of his favorite places to walk is Dumbo, where he worked briefly guarding a construction site and fell in love with the sweeping views of Manhattan and the cool breeze that comes off the water.

A place in Dumbo, he said, would be the ultimate indulgence.

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“That would be a dream come true,” Mr. Sadick said. “It’s so nice there.”

We are talking to New Yorkers about how they spend, splurge and save.

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Fans Show Up to the Parade in Their Best Knicks-Themed Attire

New York Knicks fans showed up in droves to a ticker-tape parade in Manhattan in their best orange and blue outfits to honor the N.B.A champions.

“Patrick Ewing. He didn’t get a ring. But I wear your sneakers, bro. When I was in high school, back in the ’90s, Patrick Ewing, John Starks, they were the team that I rooted for in the ’90s. They didn’t make it. So as a tribute to him because this is where I started at being a fan, Patrick Ewing. Knicks hat in denim — I’m a denim fanatic. So I love denim — Knicks hat. And yeah, that’s it.” “This is my style. I usually dress like this every day. But I did a special Knicks edition. It’s all really fun. I start with my makeup. I did really cute flames on my eyes because the Knicks are fire. I don’t really know what I’m going to do before I put it on. I just figure it out along the way. Like, this is a piece of fabric and I just layer in stuff.” “This is from my online boutique and the hat I just bought on the way to the parade because I wanted to match the jumpsuit, and that’s how I came up with the outfit.” “She was ready to go, man.” “Can you show your fingernail?” “She’s been sleeping in her Jalen Brunson jersey for the last 10 weeks. We’ve been watching all the games. You want to tell them who’s your favorite player?” “Jalen Brunson.” “I’m pretty sure this jersey was actually made for a human baby. But they’re selling them around the block. And we threw it on Chester and everyone started clapping. So — he wears it well.” “Blue and orange.” “So I did blue and orange.” “It had to be orange and blue. “Orange and blue. Orange and blue.”

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New York Knicks fans showed up in droves to a ticker-tape parade in Manhattan in their best orange and blue outfits to honor the N.B.A champions.

By Meg Felling, Jeremy Raff, Ang Li and David Cheung

June 18, 2026

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