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In winter the ashen stucco houses shaped like Camel cigarette-boxes squat before the Bensonhurst bay-mist. Bensonhurst, low, flat, rheumatic marshland, is a realtor’s reclamation project. Many of the streets which may be compared to the booming oil cities of the Oklahoma country seem to have sprung up over night. The houses are a makeshift stage-setting […]

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It was dark when Peter got off the subway in Brooklyn. The streets were thronged with people bound for movies, restaurants, bars or just strolling pleasurably in the night and eating hot dogs at the Fulton Street stands. With a feeling of orphan loss and mystery, and a kind of odd, enigmatical consolation, Peter hurried […]

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“What’s thet you’re looking at now?” “A letter, a letter. And if you think I’m gonna read a guy’s letter, you’re crazy. It’s his letter, ain’t it? Why do you ask so many stupid questions?” “I didn’t axe you to read the letter, I want to know what it says on it,” moaned the other […]

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Cara Williams: The Redhead Hollywood Can’t Handle Meet a beauty with a whim of iron Two of best actresses in Hollywood are Brooklyn-born redheads with tempers as fiery as their hair. One of them, Oscar-winning Susan Hayward, learned to control her emotional explosions and became rich and famous as a result. The other, Cara Williams, […]

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Police Files, October 1958 On the morning of Tuesday, September 8th, the lonely strip of county road lying between Sauk City and Prairie du Sac, Wisconsin, was visited by death. Bloody, brutal and wanton death at the hand of a man with insane, murderous greed in his heart. Mimi Lipson, Food and Beverage (2009) Pinky’s […]

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“What Richard Abneg had carried forward, always, anyhow, was a certain sense of his own crucial place in the island’s life. He’d never copped out. And the beard, that too was uncompromised, continuous. He grew it when he was fifteen and reading Howard Zinn and Charles Bukowski and Emmett Grogan. I soaked up Harriet’s description […]

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On July 30, Kenny Wisdom was asked to remove himself from his place of residence on Dean Street. That request came from his wife. Deep down, he know she was right but he also knew, someday, he would return to her. With nowhere else to go, he appeared at the 3rd Avenue home of his […]

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Or, Memoirs of a Shy Nornographer And poor old Homer blind, blind as a bat Ear, ear for the sea-surge, murmur of old-men’s voices: “Let her go back to the ships, Back among Grecian faces, lest evil come on our own Evil and further evil, and a curse cursed upon our children Moves, yes, she […]

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Speaking of Red Hook Raiders*, there was some unusual activity in the neighborhood of Pioneer Park this Friday Night, which isn’t to say unique just… unusual. With the exception of our respected colleague and recent interviewee Lost City Brooks,  WWIB has had just about zero use for any of the Red Hook or related blogs […]

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The subway station at Smith Street had grown grayer than he last remembered it, a few more tiles had fallen off the walls, and some form of municipal idiocy had caused stylized kitten’s faces to be painted on the swinging doors of the trash receptacles, but otherwise the place was the same as always. You […]

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