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I Left My Youth at Fred & Rudy’s Candy Store
by Peter Cherches 12/13/2008Neighborhood: Across the River, Brooklyn
When I was a kid in Brooklyn, in the Sixties, the “candy store” was the local hangout, the crossroads of the neighborhood. Actually, these ubiquitous institutions were a combination of soda fountain, luncheonette and newsstand. We probably called them candy stores because as kids the candy we bought there was the center of our culinary [...]
An Evening With the Nichiren Shoshu of America, 1980
by Mary O'Connell 12/07/2008Neighborhood: Across the River, Brooklyn
I remember now that we took the R train from Court Street to 75th Street in Bay Ridge. I thought how ironic it was to be returning to Bay Ridge, from which I had fled for my life, to seek enlightenment. But my sponsor, Ellen, assured me that I could chant for anything, ANYTHING, fulfill [...]
The View from Ebbets Field, 60 Years after Jackie Robinson Broke Baseball’s Color Barrier
by Cannon Kinnard 11/10/2008Neighborhood: Across the River, Brooklyn
Photo by Cannon Kinnard The faded green sign at 1700 Bedford Avenue that reads “NO BALL PLAYING” has had tenants of Brooklyn’s Ebbets Field Apartments laughing at the irony, as they walk across the street to Jackie Robinson Park to play ball. This is the former site of Ebbets Field baseball park; home of the [...]
George Isn’t Homeless
by Melissa Dunn 10/12/2008Neighborhood: Across the River, Manhattan
“Hi George,” I said, with a wave, as I rushed toward the subway. George, who was sitting in his low-to-the-ground folding chair at his usual post in front of the liquor store, sat up bolt straight, as if I had touched him, giving him a shock of static electricity, and said with some outrage, “How [...]
Farrell’s
by Ken Nolan 10/04/2008Neighborhood: Across the River, Brooklyn
There was McCawley’s and its blinds that hadn’t been cleaned in decades. One block over was Connie’s Corner where Chris the German bartender would always announce, “I know your family, Nolan,” cause we lived around the block and Chris served my parents, aunts, uncles and all. On the next was Val’s, used to be Casey’s, [...]
Requiem for William A. Shea Municipal Stadium
by Kevin Nolan 08/26/2008Neighborhood: Across the River, Queens
The Mets new home, Citi Field looms in the outfield at Shea Stadium. (Photo: Kevin Nolan) I recall being shocked the first time I heard someone call Shea Stadium a shithole. He was a stranger, a gray-haired man in a mesh Mets cap, missing several bicuspids and an incisor. I was a wee boy walking [...]
Farewell, Jamaica High School
by JB McGeever 08/19/2008Neighborhood: Across the River, Queens
In New York, boy, money really talks–I’m not kidding… Holden Caulfield Remarkable events have always had their place in the English wing of Jamaica High School, occurrences so uniquely American, happening at such a steady rate, that after awhile they almost seemed ordinary. This fall, for instance, I’m fully confidant that George will shoot Lennie [...]
Dawn
by Heidi Rain 05/12/2008Neighborhood: Across the River, Queens
It’s March 22nd again, Dawn Alfano’s birthday. I can’t figure out why every year for the past half-century I remember that, but somehow it’s always stuck in my mind. It’s not that Dawn and I were close or anything in third grade, but somehow the little we shared must have made an impression on me. [...]
What Can Do
by Granger Greenbaum 04/27/2008Neighborhood: Across the River, Brooklyn
My landlord George fled communist Armenia at a young age. Whenever I have occasion to talk with him in the hall he is infallibly cheerful and quick to offer words of encouragement. “How a you doing?” he asks me, “is beautiful day but must still be working, what can do.” He shrugs at the day’s [...]
Detroiters Make Citizen’s Arrest, Save Starbucks CDs
by Eric C. Novack 04/27/2008Neighborhood: Across the River, Letter From Abroad
It was Tuesday and I held the door for a well-dressed black woman on my way into Starbucks at Mack and Woodward. She thanked me and I thought of my mother who had taught me to be a gentleman. I followed her up to the counter where four or five more people were waiting to [...]
My Newman Farewell
by Craig Charland 01/27/2008Neighborhood: Across the River, Multiple
I spent a good nine months of my life dedicated to Paul Newman. I wasn’t training to eat eggs, or living a strict Newman’s Own diet. I was developing and writing a screenplay that had roles for not only Paul, but his wife, Joanne Woodward, and long-time cohort, Robert Redford. It was a far-fetched idea [...]
A Brooklyn Summer
by Kenneth P. Nolan 01/27/2008Neighborhood: Across the River, Brooklyn
We always arrived at least a half hour early to the hot concrete schoolyard with its two sad hoops. There were loads of us, boys and girls from six to the teens, waiting for PS 154 vacation playground to open and its counselors to throw out the softballs and bats, the volleyballs and pink spaldeens [...]
