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 just went to facebook where someone posted pictures and addresses of older Bronx delicatessens (delis). Wanted to write a response, but don't know how much "profundity" the post can handle. So many delicatessens in areas that are now poverty stricken---growing up they were middle class white areas, mostly Jewish. Lots of nostalgia on the posts, statement about what a "great time" that was. But don't those Bronx old timers understand. WE HAD TO LEAVE. There was no way my generation was going to come back to those neighborhoods after college and preserve them. That is what they won't say. It was out "destiny" to go out into the world and do more then our parents. It had to end. And now I think, i wonder, what was it like in the last days for those delis. How did they close? Did they just retire, or did they simply see the onslaught of black and puerto rican people coming in and decide that they had to end it. No one wants to go there. No one wants to look at.....Some day someone will tell the stories of the last days. Of people who probably were not even born in the country (some) of people who worked their whole lives, who believed in the vision of the neighborhood that supported them. Still, the last days....