Tag Archives: east village

MAIGRE OR PHOM

September 25, 2012 – 11:25 am

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 […]

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A DAY FAR FROM NORMAL by Peter Nolan Smith

September 10, 2012 – 4:22 pm

That September morning a jet roared above the East Village. I opened my eyes. Lots of planes and helicopters flew over Manhattan. None ever went this low or fast or loud. Thirty seconds later the windows shook with a muffled thud. It was more from an explosion than a sonic boom. The screaming children in […]

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Hanging Sneakers

June 7, 2012 – 6:58 pm

Several years ago the BBC News broadcasted a report on the ‘Mystery of NYC’s Hanging Sneakers’. The sight of laced Adidas sneakers draped over telephone wires had befuddled the British and their research came up with several plausible reasons for the phenomena. One social worker attributed the occurrence to a sign of gangs. If you […]

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No Helicopters Over Brooklyn

June 1, 2012 – 10:26 am

Manhattan was a noisy borough. Sirens filled the canyons. Trucks and cars blow their horns, Helicopters fly overhead. There were even more noises from the alley behind my East 10th Street apartment. My windows were usually open. I didn’t believe in AC. My alarm clock for several years was a young Jamaican girl, who woke […]

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Oh No No Sex

May 10, 2012 – 5:45 pm

Witches were fearsome creatures in my youth. These wanton women consorted with Satan and their roaming succubi seduced the souls of pure men. Throughout the 70s and 80s I ran into their decadent descendants finally meeting Elena, a Spanish flamenco dancer. We lived together in my East Village apartment for several months. My bed became […]

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