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Held For Masquerading As A Soldier Twenty-two-year-old James Legosso, a “soldier” long a familiar figure in the Fort Hamilton section, will explain in Flatbush Court today why the cap and button insignia on his uniform belonged to a marine uniform, why sleeve chevrons indicated a sergeant major’s rank and where he got three medals which […]

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Death loves a mystery. Death can’t get started. Death in high heels. Death makes the world go ’round. Death in a Class A uniform. Death at the Dakota. Death your magic spell is everywhere. Death is here to stay. Death goes to the movies. Death is marching on. Death travels to Samarra. Death and his […]

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This isn’t funny so try not to laugh: Flyers festoon the walls, lampposts, electrical boxes and kiosks of downtown Athens, GA, where the the pollen is also abundant. At first I thought this was a goof— wait, wait, Bandita was stolen?! But that’s because my Spanish is rusty and in fact, bandita is not a […]

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by the Pride of P.S. 207, Lizard: I can hear the jabbering from Gowanus already: “4011 Fillmore, is that even in Brooklyn?” No, schmuck, it’s a chapter from the real good book, ya’ll remember the passage, Fillmore 40:11: “And Louie said, fuck Christmas.” It didn’t matter that Louie sold the goddamn trees nearby at the […]

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Drunk on Albemarle. Drunk on Bond Street. Drunk on Cortelyou. Drunk in Ditmas Park. Drunk on Evergreen— Bushwick stand up! Drunk on Force Tube. Drunk in Gravesend. Drunk on Hinsdale. Drunk on India Street. Drunk on Jamaica Ave. Drunk in Kensington (they will get the services their property values demand). Drunk on Avenue L (the […]

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who’s still got ‘em? BZA for one: Which is not to diminish the style or persistence of the writer known only as OJAE, sometimes shortened to OJ & frequently celebrated on the streets as the Juice. What kind of juice? Whatever this anonymous market in South Brooklyn is selling! I cropped it tight for a […]

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Beadel Debevoise can dig it. Meredith Brosnan didn’t grew up on Avenue L & if Dublin has its own Rockaway Parkway, James Joyce never wrote about it, not even in Finnegans Wake. Which leaves Brooklyn literature where? Drunk, again, longing for the apostrophe in Flann O’Brien at Denis J. Ferris Bar on Fort Hamilton Parkway? […]

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since P.S. 207, Lizard: Not that I expect anyone else to know that. I can hear it now: 4011 Fillmore, is that even in Brooklyn? No, schmuck, it’s a chapter from the real Brooklyn bible, ya’ll remember the passage, Fillmore 40:11: “And Louie said, fuck Christmas.” It didn’t matter that Louie sold the goddamn trees […]

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Drunk in Arverne. Drunk in Bayside. Drunk in Corona. Drunk on Ditmas Ave. Drunk in Elmhurst. Drunk as fuck in Forest Hills. Goddamn did we get drunk in Glendale. Drunk in Hollis. Drunk again with the Indians in Jackson Heights. Drunk at the Kew Motor Inn. I’ve been getting drunk a lot in Lindenwood lately. […]

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ITEM: First, greetings & welcome to all NY1 viewers. Marshall Berman & Brian Berger recently made a brief appearance on Sam Roberts’ New York Times Close Up program & this is indeed the all-city blog Sam mentioned. It might a little confusing if ya’ll have never been here before but, for starters, check out the […]

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