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The arrangements on the second— and top— floor at 37-57 82d Street were little, if any, short of ideal. The offices of Dr. Harold Schwartz, a chiropodist, occupied the front of the modest structure a block off Roosevelt Avenue in the heart of Jackson Heights, a prosperous middle-class residential district in New York City’s borough […]

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(Or, The Education, & Dinner, of Caz Dolowicz) Street Dude: What you doing on our turf, punk? Caz Dolowicz: I got a rainbow for Smokey. Dude: Give it to me. Caz: You Smokey, man? Dude: Gimme it! Caz: If you ain’t Smokey, it’s not your motherfucking rainbow. Dude: Motherfucker I said gimme the rainbow. Caz: […]

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Father Sullivan gnawed his wrists like a puppy. He punched his knee ten times, felt nothing. He went form mirror to mirror, tracking the scent of himself. This room, his home, had forgotten him, as missionaries must be forgotten. In his lap he held the chain from the dumbwaiter. The links were rectangular. He cleaned […]

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Father Sullivan tugged at his prick and tried to relax. He was back in darkest Brooklyn; the bar was called the Casablanca Inn. The men’s room was stifling, the radiator spit on his cast, and the beers he’d been drinking since ten in the morning knifed his bladder. Because he’d fractured his skull and his […]

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Red Hook dog about to jump off. It’s been a few years now since the canines of Gowanus roamed free but some days we miss them still. See mama bear and her three cubs lope down 3rd Avenue on a cold Autumn night; see those dark eyes watching you from the quiet of an empty […]

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by Ernie Koy, Jr.  It’s a question that will face nearly every reporter if they hang around this dirty racket long enough: how do you write about a Legend? Especially when you go back like we do— way back, to the basketball & handball courts, the pizza parlors & lechoneras, the ominous stairwells & bachata […]

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Mrs. Manicotti (ASC) makes her funk B.T. funk. What’s up ya’ll? I grew up in Red Hook so when I heard Bob Dylan was playing Prospect Park the other night, I just laughed. Would he play the Red Hook crime saga, “Joey”? Would he play anything from Street Legal, the 1978 album dedicated to Brooklyn-native […]

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by Anonymous*: Glug glug glug? Walter Benjamin believed it so, yes, but throughout the 1960s & into the early ’70s, I was a HUGE Beach Boys fan, thus I vastly prefer “Chug-A-Lug” (Chug-A-Lug). To those who disagree another term at the Gravesend School of Doo-Wop might be in order. “Fuck that, Pops— I have a […]

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is he saying these things about WWIB? Angry M.F. Fisher investigates: Trini to the bone I’m not– as a food writer of mixed Scots, Basque & Latvian heritage, I love the whole of New York City’s West Indian diaspora equally– but, following up a recent comment by reader Amy, today I’ll speak about kindness, justice, […]

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canarsie’s fine the sun shines most of the time & the feeling is laid back palm trees grow & rents are low but you know i keep thinking about making my way back well i’m brighton beach born & raised but nowadays i’m lost between two shores canarsie’s home but it ain’t mine brighton’s mine […]

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