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Mr. Softee Arf Arf

This summer at lunch time Mister Softee ice cream truck passed through the industrial park off Greenpoint Avenue in Brooklyn. I couldn’t recall the last time I had licked at a vanilla cone, yet every time its siren call announced its arrival in the area, I ran outside hoping to catch the truck. Not once […]

Lucky Me

New Years Eve 1986. I was riding my Yamaha 650 through a snowstorm. Approaching Houston and 2nd Avenue the light changed to red. I skidded through the intersection excepting the worse. Cars crisscrossed my path. I stopped against the curb. A 9th Precinct cop said, “Damn you were lucky.” “That I was.” “Where you Headed?” […]