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Blood Brothers
by Evan Ginzburg 08/24/2006Neighborhood: Brooklyn, Flatbush
This was no joke—it involved smuggling out one of Mom's sewing needles and actually drawing blood...
The Rise and Fall of Two Vicarious Orthodox Dating Machines
by Manya Treece 08/24/2006Neighborhood: Upper West Side
We had mastered the art of observing Shabbat, of keeping kosher…the dating though—the dating was tricky…
The Closing
by Douglas Light 08/24/2006Neighborhood: East Village
The real estate broker called the apartment a “handyman’s special.” My wife called it a “common man’s nightmare...
The Beauty is a Beast
by Laren Stover 08/17/2006Neighborhood: West Village
He was lounging; a big grey parrot perched above him while lizards slunk and swaggered in a terrarium nearby. Our eyes met...
The Circle Be Unbroken
by Albert Stern 08/14/2006Neighborhood: East Village
Mr. Purple smiled and answered: “I’m not interested in fighting anybody. I’m interested in enlightening them
Target Practice
by Audrey Ference 08/14/2006Neighborhood: Brooklyn, Fort Greene
Brooklyn Target doesn’t make us more like the suburbs; it is what separates us from them...
If Prozac Fails, Try Orbitz
by Ophira Eisenberg 08/10/2006Neighborhood: East Village
You know what appeared the last time I leapt? MasterCard debt and an empty bottle of vodka.
I Lose My Cherry
by Thomas R. Ziegler 08/10/2006Neighborhood: East Harlem
It’s mid-afternoon on a Saturday in April 1973, and my first-day tour on the job, when that seminal alarm sounds. The disembodied voice of the dispatcher booms from loudspeakers throughout the firehouse, “Attention the following units…Engines 83, 60, 41-1 Ladders 29, 17-2 Battalion 14…Respond to…” The box number and address are given, and then the […]
Scrambling Along the Roots and Rocks
by Jessica Allen 08/10/2006Neighborhood: Harlem
My fiancé and I had come to Highbridge Park that morning to volunteer.
The Mayor
by Anna McDonald 08/10/2006Neighborhood: Chelsea
When I go to work in the morning, he's there;
Spinning Tables at the Frying Pan
by Ellen Moynihan 08/10/2006Neighborhood: Chelsea
I had never gone to the Frying Pan—the restored boat/event space docked beside the Chelsea Piers—before last week. It was one of those places that I’d almost been to a bunch of times, but never actually made it. I nearly didn’t go that night, either, but I’m glad I did, because I think I ended […]