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TIM is MONY
by Joseph Scalia 11/16/2006Neighborhood: Boro Park, Brooklyn
(The original title “Time is Money” was shortened in the interest of saving both time and money.) “Time is money,” my ex-wife used to say. Of course she said it mostly when she wanted me to go out and get a second job, and she said it usually from a reclining position on the couch [...]
Milton: Alternative Abuses for the Yarmulke
by Richard Grayson 09/29/2005Neighborhood: Boro Park, Brooklyn
1973. Marvin was the photo editor at the Brooklyn College student newspaper. I liked him a lot, and when, in 1997, after I had an op-ed piece published in the New York Times, he saw it, and trying to locate me, called my mother, he described himself as an “old friend.” Yet I recall hanging [...]
Firemen and Kosher Salt
by Sairy Gold 03/17/2004Neighborhood: Boro Park, Brooklyn
The firemen came when I was six years old. Sirens screaming, bells clanging, the big red fire engine parked right in front of our house at 1051-46th Street in Boro Park, Brooklyn. They entered wearing their yellow rubber coats, red helmets and tall black shiny boots. So many of them in our tiny apartment. They [...]
Loose Tiles
by Jonathan Ames 11/12/2003Neighborhood: Boro Park, Brooklyn
(A Memnoir) In the late 1960′s, when I was a little boy, I used to go to Boro Park to visit my grandparents. I was six when they moved from there, so I don’t remember too much of the neighborhood or their apartment, and to make things worse my real memories are tangled with memories [...]
The Silver Dollar
by Joseph Scalia 01/01/2002Neighborhood: Boro Park, Brooklyn
As a kid growing up in Brooklyn, much of my life was based on routine. Some I couldn’t avoid, some I depended on. Tuesday nights we ate veal cutlets pounded thin by my mother, then breaded, fried and served with a splash of lemon juice. Fridays we had Nona’s pizza, rolled out on the flour-covered [...]
Hell’s Apples
by Joseph Scalia 01/27/2001Neighborhood: Boro Park, Brooklyn
So such of my life then was seasonal. As kids we had yo-yos, marbles, water pistols, pea shooters and box scooters, and appeared in the street with whatever the change of weather called for. Now it was carpet gun time. I was the best carpet gun maker on the block — in the whole neighborhood [...]
