Here's a song I once wrote about my favorite place on the planet. It's called Brooklyn Blues Well I was born in Brooklyn on a sunny winter day And when I wasn't lookin' all the years just slipped away Now the story of my life is that it ain't over yet I'm gonna stick around, […]
In a far-away place in the mythical country of America in a borough called Brooklyn in a place called New York City is a street named Eastern Parkway. There stands a building, an ordinary looking building you might not look at twice except for the crowds constantly streaming in and out of it. In this
It was our worst day and our best day rolled into one. My wife Louise woke me up around 9 A.M. on a beautiful cloudless September morning. She was crying, and not because Regis Philbin wasn’t on that morning. There was only one show on every channel that day, September 11, 2001. A passenger jet
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Yesterday a great New York City club owner died. His name was Hilly Kristal and he thought he was opening a bluegrass club on the Bowery in 1973. Didn't work out that way at all. No, the club he named name for Country, Bluegrass and Blues was never a big draw for those types of
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Yes I did. I once sold the Brooklyn Bridge. Made about twelve hundred bucks on the deal. I know that doesn’t sound like a whole lot for the first and what is still the most beautiful major suspension bridge in the world, but it was split three ways, you see. It’s like this: For about
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Woke up this morning feeling real good. Don’t know why and don’t want to ask, I just do. Most mornings I wake up in a grumpy fog, stumbing around until I’ve had a couple of cups of Joe, and even then it takes a while to come back to my normal happy-go-lucky self. I walk
