Essay #29

155 West 68th Street — Dorchester Tower

The tower itself possessed the impersonal coziness that was common in so many UWS elevator buildings. There was vacuumed, cream carpeting all throughout, blush wallpapering, and chinoiserie vases of pussywillows on the front desk. All of it was designed to make you feel like you were having tea in grandmother’s parlor. I recall a lot of dogs, most of whom looked like they just trotted off the runway of the…