Category Archives: 80s

Oak Beach Inn

In the 80s I would get on my Yamaha XS 650CC and drive out of Manhattan to Jones Beach. I’d avoid the gathering of sun-worshippers at the East Bathhouse and rode past the sand dunes bordering Ocean Parkway past West Gilgo and Cedar Beach to the Oak Beach Inn located across the inlet from the […]

MAIGRE OR PHOM

My friend Bruce is a famous writer. His name is listed in Wikpedia. Last week I re-wrote a small piece about Palm Beach, in which I take care of a crazy Airedale during off-season. I mentioned Bruce’s name in the story and the robust novelist called to invite me to dinner. Last night Bruce and […]

Passing Paper

Back in the late 80s my friend worked as a narcotic detective for the NYPD. The 27 year-old Brooklyn native belonged an elite squad trained to raid crack houses and dealers’ apartments in Red Hook, Brooklyn’s biggest housing project. His job was simple, but dangerous. Once their battering ram smashed down the reinforced door, Rocco […]

RanXerox – Tanino Liberatore

My life in Paris is well behind me. My last visit was in 2011. Like New York changed during my years in Thailand from a city of artists to a metropolis of wealth. Thanks to Facebook I have been able to reconnect with old friends and last year I was pleased to hear that the […]

Just Like That

v=rhu-YgCyPz4 Those that don’t remember history are doomed to not remember the past. Forget the part about mistakes, because many fools think that knowing the past permits the attempt to succeed where others have failed in a horrible fashion. On 6 October 1981 Egypt’s Sadat was attending a ceremony celebrating his army’s triumphant crossing of […]