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Scarlett Ghosts

by 10/28/2011
Neighborhood: Clinton

In a small basement theatre on West 50th Street and 8th Avenue I once photographed Scarlett Johansson accepting the Theatre World Award for her performance in “A View From The Bridge.” When she got to the part in her acceptance speech where she thanked Arthur Miller, the shutter speed on my new Nikon mysteriously slowed and […]

Celtic Memories – Whispering Hope from the Past

by 10/22/2009
Neighborhood: Clinton

 When I was growing up in the west of Ireland in the fifties my grandfather gifted me with stories about Samhain, (pronounced, SOW-in) now known as All Hallows Eve or Halloween. Samhain, a Gaelic word, meaning “end of summer,” signaled the coming of winter and the beginning of the Celtic New Year. “In the olden […]

Mayfair Boys Club & Barbershop

by 08/31/2007
Neighborhood: Clinton

If not for the classic red, white and blue rotating stripes on its barber poles, the Mayfair barbershop on 39th Street between Seventh and Eighth Avenues might go unnoticed among its garish neighbors. Fabric stores clutter the view, along with the other big business in the area: Porn. The sex shops and “XXX” theaters easily […]

Only customers come down here: Hell’s Kitchen in 1986

by 11/10/2006
Neighborhood: Clinton

So I found myself on the corner of 45th St and 8th Ave, having arrived ten minutes ago in New York City, October 4th, 1986. I was pretty much sitting in the center of the biggest glut of seed you could find per square inch in any city in the world. Wide-eyed crack heads floated […]

Bonfire of the Remedies

by 06/28/2006
Neighborhood: Clinton

My mother’s narrow little medicine chest is a joke to her. It’s quaint. It’s for amateurs. She keeps her medicine in the kitchen cabinet and the kitchen drawers and the candy dishes. Her canisters for coffee and flour and sugar are filled with Lipitor and Propranalol and Prozac. She could collapse from overmedication at any […]

Men Threw Balls To One End, Then Back Again: Scientology

by 06/15/2006
Neighborhood: Clinton

Jake’s girlfriend broke up with him, so he started driving and turned up eleven hours later at my apartment. We were the kind of friends who’d been close once but who didn’t speak often anymore, owing not to any particular falling out, but to the passage of time and a mutual inability to put any […]

The Shave

by 05/21/2005
Neighborhood: Brooklyn, Clinton

My father was a man of few words. Not because he was the strong silent type, but rather because, in the twenty-three years that we spent together, it was my mother who did most of the talking. He had few opinions, my father, which he mostly kept to himself, and my life was too full […]

Knicks Notes: The Golden Age of Losing

by 12/04/2002
Neighborhood: Clinton

The more games the New York Knicks won the more they raised the ticket prices. I could only afford to see them at Madison Square Garden if they continued to have losing seasons. I’d buy a ticket from a scalper. Instead of charging more he’d sell it for a fraction of what it was worth, […]

Dead Rat Walking

by 09/10/2002
Neighborhood: Clinton

I electrocuted a rat early this morning. It was approximately 2:20 am. There were no eyewitnesses. I heard the electrical noise. It was a sustained bug-zapping sound that went on for a good thirty seconds. I knew immediately what was happening when I was startled awake. I just listened, victorious, with a great feeling that […]

Love and Loss at Neocon

by 04/06/2002
Neighborhood: Clinton

The city was crawling with carpet salesmen and industrial designers and Formica representatives and stadium planners, and no one outside of the Javits Center even noticed. I wouldn’t have noticed either if it hadn’t been for my friend Amy, who had flown into New York from East Lansing, Michigan, to attend the NeoCon Interior Design […]

Hot Summer Day

by 02/17/2002
Neighborhood: Clinton

Staying at a disheveled hotel in Midtown across from Madison Square Garden, I call and ask her to meet me at the restaurant downstairs for breakfast. We haven’t seen each other since she moved away three years ago and have only spoken on the phone once (when she called to flirt with me after leaving […]

The Doctor From Norfolk, Virginia

by 01/20/2002
Neighborhood: Clinton

During the summer, approximately 25 to 35 students occupy the brownstone at 305 W. 29th St. and Eighth Avenue, a few blocks from Penn Station and Madison Square Garden. I’m living on the third floor, flanked by the kitchen and the staircase; paying a weekly rent of about $200 for a single room with a […]