Tag Archives: brooklyn

Exhaustion

From 2010 to 2011 I worked at a metal shop. We constructed objects from steel, zinc, tin, and bronze. Everything was heavy and the work was hard, but better than being broke, since my old spot on 47th Street was gone. No one was buying diamonds these days and even my old friend and boss […]

Personal Ban On New Year’s Eve

Rain pounded in sheets on the last night of 2018. Shannon and Charlotta traveled to a Fellini soiree on Park Slope. I had planned to spend the evening with Doctor Nepola, except on Sunday I discovered my old college friend invitation was for Christmas Eve. “Opps.” Geoffery invited me to a Lesbian party in Bushwick. […]

Doctor Me

Hypochondria struck me at an early age after reading a Maryknoll missionary magazine showing a photo of a young boy wearing a metal contraption to walk. I feared that an unnamed ailment would take away by legs and I’d be a tin boy. Every small cut was examined for gangrene and each fever was a […]

Hoegaarten Beer End of Summer

Beer is better than good in Belgium. Back in the 80s I drank in a bar behind the Gallerie des Reines. A small bar. No one of consequences frequented the back street bar. Seats for 10. Draft beer. Le Mort Subite and Hoegaarten. One great for winter. The other superb for summer. The tradition survived […]

SMASHING KNIVES by Peter Nolan Smith

In the Greater Depression the employment opportunities for a man my age were limited in New York City. A younger man would perform the job for a third of the wage, however my absolute willingness to work overcame most obstacles and for the past two months I have labored on the black market at a […]