My summer meanderings in Harlem, the hippest destination of savvy globetrotters, were long overdue. My stars were lining up. An enticing underpinnings exhibit lured me into the oldest New York residence just above Sugar Hill, The Morris-Jumel Mansion. I always wanted to teleport myself into another place and time in an instant. I had my lucky break. I felt like Alice in Wonderland when I took a left turn . . . . . . READ MORE
