No Dancing in the Aisles

Boricua Christmas in New York

I met my grandparents for the first time that terribly cold winter of 1958.
They came from the mountains of Lajas, Puerto Rico. At five, I had no idea what that meant except that they lived up high, as we did on the nineteenth floor in the towers of the Douglass projects of New York’s Harlem, right up the block from Central Park on 103rd Street.