Category: new york city

Rabbit Hole

A few days ago, a rabbit’s hole. This time I feel into an internet rabbit’s hole filled with high school memories and the desire to look up some of the people that I came across back then. What started this fall? Curiosity. A Pennsylvania… Continue Reading “Rabbit Hole”


When I was sixteen years old I volunteered at a youth crisis center that was in that building over that closed “Turned Up” store. The building is condemned now and it probably should had been condemned when I was sixteen but it was what it… Continue Reading “Blanca”

The Swings

When I was a kid I saw a girl get hit in the head by one of those swings (which, for some reason back then, were made of metal and on hot sunny days they became as hot as a stove top). Someone was… Continue Reading “The Swings”

My Old Bedroom

I lived in this building from 1975-1980. That arrow points to my old bedroom. My old bedroom had a small bed, and a black and white TV that sat on a rickety, wooden cabinet made by my dad. It was basically a few slabs… Continue Reading “My Old Bedroom”

Working Papers

In 1984, I was eligible to get my working papers. Here is the public school that I visited to achieve this milestone. I stood in line with a bunch of people my age armed with my medical records and a desire to earn a… Continue Reading “Working Papers”

  Another trip down memory lane for me. I used to feel like such an adult when I visited the since-shuttered Garage Jazz Club in the West Village. It felt like such a classy joint. It was okay. It never had the beer I… Continue Reading “”

On New York City

I remember when New York City was my partner in crime. Sure it had its rich and its poor, the wannabe’s and already there’s but it had an aura that’s been stifled recently by a storm of destruction and construction, much of which is disheartening… Continue Reading “On New York City”