The city orbits around eight million centers of the universe, reads Billy Collins' poem, "Grand Central," displayed on the interiors of subway cars across New York City. Lift up your eyes from the moving hive. Most of us go about our daily subterranean commute without lifting our eyes from the moving hive. New York City commuters are desensitized to the dozens of homeless we might encounter in any given day--and rarely do we look up to regard those who don't know where their next meal is coming from. But one woman, Connie Charney has been stopping to feed the hungry at Penn Station for years. Each week...
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