by Eric Martin
Like Matt Yglesias, I'm sad to see St. Vincent's Hospital closing down. It's been a part of the Greenwich Village landscape since as far back as I can remember (my time in New York at least). Not only was I treated for a broken nose there back in 1992 (don't ask), but my son was born there this past October (an infinitely happier association). The plan was for the little guy's eventual sibling(s) to share the same nativity site. So much for that.
Call it the curse of the bambino. At least they saved the best for last!
Ah well. The hospital I was born in, the Norfolk & Norwich Hospital, closed in 2003 after 232 years. A gorgeous Victorian brick pile, but time marches onwards...
Posted by: Jacob Davies | May 04, 2010 at 01:14 AM
Aw, nuts. I hadn't heard till now, and I'm sad too. I worked there in 2000-2001, with and for some amazing people.
Posted by: Hob | May 04, 2010 at 03:56 AM
The hospital I was born in closed down after 130 years. (It was thirty-plus years after I was born: I don't think it was my fault.) The site's now a housing development.
The hospital my siblings were born in closed down after just over a hundred years: it's now a student union.
Posted by: Jesurgislac | May 04, 2010 at 04:42 AM