You Don't Have to Go Home, But You Can't Stay Here

"The blogger asks if antiques are disappearing from Broadway. The answer is yes.

And whatever virus is killing them has long been spreading around the corner to 11th Street. For months, the shops there have been falling like dominoes."

- Jeremiah over at Vanishing New York looks at the death of Antique Row.

"Martin Ruginis, who's been working there for 15 years, said that he 'just wants the store to close already' because he's 'tired of hearing customers tell him how upset they are about it.' According to Ruginis, the best selling product is the fake pile of shit. It used to be called doo doo, but it wasn't selling well so they changed the name to shit and could barely keep it on the shelves. As if to tempt fate, the late Leslie Herson, who opened the store in 1966, then changed it back to doo doo because she didn't like the profanity. Sales plummeted again, so she relented and changed the name yet again in order to sell more shit."

- John Del Signore at Gothamist on the closing of Love Saves the Day, an East Village kitsch standby since the 1960's.