Yes, I know this neighborhood. I peruse it every day like urban scripture as my train shuttles between Grand Central and my lush suburban town. The run-down buildings, the graffiti walls, the unadorned church with just a simple cross --I know them! They are monuments of hopelessness and decay where jobless men stare out of their window with blank faces, meditating on the lives that have passed them by. Staring into their curtainless apartments, I look for clues into their souls, trying to FEEL the way they live. My eyes search through their playground, looking for laughter, looking for children who have not forgotten how to play and smile....