It was 1972, when 205 Mulberry Street was Building Maintenance headquarters for The New York City Police Department, and Police Headquarters was a few bocks away at 240 Center Street, a building whose purpose had outgrown it, and was in the process of being replaced by the nearly-completed 1 Police Plaza. I was 19 and …
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I’M NOT YOUR DOG My name is Frank. I’m a dog. Humans call me Scout, a name I despise. Oh, I answer to it, alright, because, what the hell, they’re only human and don’t know any better. So, Scout it is to the people in my life, and there’s quite a few of them. But …
Bobby Dee’s big sister Sue (the late, great Susan D’Alessandro) tells him she’s got to use up a bunch of bonus air miles before they expire but she can’t possibly fly all over the place at the moment so she tells him “Here, go somewhere. Take Crespo.” So that was that and we were off …
Late 1970’s. Living with Miss Dru in Brooklyn’s Park Slope in a huge apartment we barely used. She was in publishing. At that time there was a great deluge of books about Elvis Presley, what with him being newly dead and all. Naturally the place where Miss Dru toiled had their fair share of instant …
JD sure changed. Pretty fast, too. When I met him he was in his early twenties, fresh out of the Army and Vietnam, where he earned a bunch of medals in combat. He was also a musician, a hell of a player with a knack for arranging. His bands were always well rehearsed, tight and …
Skeets is a bastard, a real son of a bitch. Which doesn’t make him a bad guy. Runs a sloppy, happy good-time joint on Staten Island just like the one he had in Brooklyn for a lot of years. Comedy shows, some good blues, a little rock and roll, whatever’s working best or fitting his …
I found this slipped under my door. Thought I’d share it with you. Earth here. Yes, that Earth. Third stone from the sun. The planet on which your butt is seated. That’s right, it’s the world talking to you. I know what you’re thinking; how can a planet talk to humans? Well, I’ve been talking …
Late 1970’s. Living with Miss Dru in Brooklyn’s Park Slope in a huge apartment we barely used. She was in publishing. At that time there was a great deluge of books about Elvis Presley, what with him being newly dead and all. Naturally the place where Miss Dru toiled had their fair share of instant …
Interesting item in the paper the other day. Our intrepid science researchers are working on extending the life span of humans to 200 years and more, roughly three times our current allotted time. Cool, you might say at first glance. I mean, nobody wants to die and some people go to great lengths to take …
Whoa, was that a ride! There I was one day, minding my own and floating around as usual in my liquid world when all of a sudden I’m being squeezed by mighty spasms. As if that weren’t bad enough, all of a sudden my water drains away through this small hole that appeared out of …
