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It was January 2022, almost a year since my breakup. The air was chilly and filled with Omicron. I'd reached my limit of stoical solitude and turned to OkCupid. My profile, I hoped, would present as light, clear, and open. I used phrases like, "Bundling up and dining outdoors these days." Read: I'm risk-averse but adaptable. Read deeper: I'm self-protective [...]
There was no sex in Brooklyn in the late 1940s. If desire affected my crowd (the 15 some odd members of the Gems Social and Athletic Club, with whom I hung), it had to do with the Dodgers and urging Jackie Robinson to steal another base, or imploring Rex Barney to throw some strikes, or wishing Pete Reiser a return to his pre-War [...]
“Mr. Hamm, this is Detective Scarcella. You’re the guy who only said one nice thing about me–that I’m ‘fit.’ ” “It’s true!” I replied. “You were the big guy in the back, correct?” he said, referring to the Brooklyn courtroom where he testified in mid-May. “You could say that, sure,” I said, taking his jab. We then agreed to speak [...]
The Blues Brothers: Dan Akroyd and John Belushi It may be ever-present, this sense that we are teetering on the edge of apocalypse, but these days it seems the custodians of volatile and otherwise crazy behavior are on a whole new level. I won't pretend that when I was in my 30s and running around on weekend nights with my [...]
