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The church was located in Hell’s Kitchen on 41st Street and 9th Avenue (Carroll Studios). A little guy named Jimmy made it possible for services to happen in a music studio. It brought him consistent cash, besides rehearsal rentals. It was convenient for me. My job with Carrier Travel was at 1040 6th Avenue on 40th Street. The church was [...]
Last month on the subway, somewhere near the Rockefeller Center / 47th-50th Street stop, I looked up from my phone and saw, across the aisle in the mirror seat of mine, a woman, maybe in her late 60s, whose style was startlingly close to my stepmother’s. She had the same short, tousled haircut—although her hair was grey, while my stepmother’s was [...]
In the summer of 1973, my younger brother and I shared a basement apartment on East 12th Street in Brooklyn off Avenue J, a nice middle-class sort of area. We had lost our parents to cancer and a stroke, ten months apart, a few years before this, when he was fourteen and I was sixteen. They’d left us a little [...]
