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Two Guys Talking on the Corner

by 01/06/2015
Neighborhood: Featured, Yorkville

Like 13 Google +1 0 Retweet 20 Dad and I did four things together: play sports, attend sports, watch TV, and go to the movies. I liked movies the best; it’s much harder telling a kid what to do in the dark. You would have loved taking me to the movies when I was 6 […]

There Will Be Blood

by 04/23/2014
Neighborhood: Featured, Yorkville

Like 33 Google +1 0 Retweet 15 At 16, my dream job was working behind the deli counter at Daitch Shopwell. As a stock boy this would be a coup. Watching Milton or Marty cut thin slices of rare roast beef and Jarlsberg Swiss, I cried with pain. Pain that some son of a bitch […]

The Love Seat (A Ghost Story)

by 10/21/2012
Neighborhood: Featured, Yorkville

Like 28 Google +1 0 Retweet 17 As a boy in the early 1960s, I'd go up my grandparents' second floor apartment on York Avenue several times a week. Their hallway was lit by one low watt exposed bulb. The dark hall frightened me. Sometimes my fear was compounded when I'd hear fuzzy radio sounds […]

Stuff in Stockings

by 03/20/2011
Neighborhood: Featured, Yorkville

Like 39 Google +1 0 Retweet 12 Gabriella breezed into St. Stephen’s 6th grade as a new student, and left a battleship wake when she mysteriously disappeared after seventh grade. Gabriella was an adorable Hungarian immigrant with a low voice like Natasha on the Rocky and Bullwinkle Show. Her hair was cut short and bobbed […]

Thanksgiving 1961

by 11/24/2010
Neighborhood: Yorkville

Like 77 Google +1 0 Retweet 10 Thanksgiving morning, 1961, Mom woke me quietly and whispered, “Rory is sick. If you wake him up before you leave, you’re not going either.” I shook my head yes. I felt bad that my younger brother, Rory, wouldn’t see the parade, but I was happy to go with […]

Dad Shot Thumper

by 06/19/2010
Neighborhood: Yorkville

Like 34 Google +1 0 Retweet 5 Dad used to hunt. He didn’t golf, so hunting was another made up reason to get out of the house. He never struck me as the hunting type, but once or twice a year, he’d be off upstate for a long weekend. It was a Yorkville man thing […]

At the Polo Grounds

by 04/06/2010
Neighborhood: East Harlem, Featured, Yorkville

Like 53 Google +1 0 Retweet 8 "Hey Dad, who were you just talking to down at the end of the bar?" "Oh, that's Al Dorow, the quarterback for the New York Titans." It was fall 1961, Dad and I were in Loftus Tavern after throwing the ball around outside on York Avenue. My two […]