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Columbus Day, Bensonhurst

mexico?by Caz Dolowicz. The things we do for love & mollusks! Truth be told ya’ll, I totally forgot it was almost Columbus Day when I felt a familiar stirring in my loins & thought, whoa— I could really go for some marzipan clams this afternoon with my coffee. So off to Bensonhurst I went, visions of Villabate in my lusty mind as I pedaled over from Bay Ridge. Nearing 18th Avenue, I heard ‘ethe green & whitem: the marching bands. I’m a fan, of course, it’s great for the kids & if they piss off yuppies sometimes too, all the better. Happily, there were no such worries here, not even when the the nth generation Sweathogs from New Utrecht High School were strutting by but ya’ll know how inane & narcissistic Brooklyn blog money gets sometimes: very. Next week: the true story of Giovanni da Verrazano & the ship he sailed in on.

Caz Dolowicz was born on Sands Street in 1923. A retired New York City Transit Authority Tower Operator, he lives in a state of perpetual agitation, punctuated with reveries & sighs. He saw The Gang That Couldn’t Shoot Straight at the Alpine in Bay Ridge, The Education of Sonny Carson at the old Commodore on Broadway in Williamsburg & Dave Chapelle’s Block Party at BAM. Sometimes, like Brooklyn-native Joe Maneri, he plays a mean clarinet himself.

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