Which is where I lived when I went to NYU Grad Film… The school was also on 7th street, further west, and pretty much across from the famous McSorley’s bar. I always thought it smelled like rancid cheese in there. But I was never a big beer drinker which was their specialty.
One of the major benefits in those days was that it was easy to get rid of your old car. All you had to do was park it on the street and either leave a window cracked a quarter of an inch, or if you had a very old car, and no one wanted it, you could just leave the door unlocked and that would do it. The flip side was that cars were often taken that you hadn’t meant to dispose of.