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There are two ghosts that hang out under the Triboro Bridge. Well, one of them is a ghost, and the other is from the future, so it’s hard to say exactly what he is. Also, the bridge is now called…
There are two ghosts that hang out under the Triboro Bridge. Well, one of them is a ghost, and the other is from the future, so it’s hard to say exactly what he is. Also, the bridge is now called…
He used to be on my block. He used to sit on a blue milk crate in front of the parking garage, crumbs and lice in his beard, making bird calls. Once on my way back from the airport, from the new…
Jay Leno called show business a hooker on channel thirteen.
“Go out, have a good time, don’t fall in love with the hooker!”
He pointed to Tavis Smiley’s backdrop and said “that’s not a real city!”
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I remember my dad and I driving to New York City from New Jersey. After passing Newark on I-78, we crossed a bridge over the port of Newark, gleaming new cars and oil tanks to the right. As we came…
On the corner there is a drug store, brightly lit with an automatic door and a blast of air conditioning and gleaming white floors and smiling pictures of women and children, even in the incontinence…
School was clocks. Ms. Johnson had a huge clock above the blackboard, the kind where the secondhand didn’t tick but smoothly whirled around the dial. Mr. Nevins’ clock looked like he stole it from…
Mr. Wilson fired Martin Williams in front of ten guests in his private box. Martin had brought martinis for everyone in the group, and after taking a few sips Ms. Bailey, the childhood friend and…
My first apartment in Brooklyn was above a bar where none of the regulars looked under fifty. I’d go in to give my rent check to the bartender and heads would barely raise, nod slowly before going…
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