Category: BROOKLYN

Brooklyn’s Greenwood Cemetery: Doin’ It Right

Cat was giving us a tour of Brooklyn‘s Greenwood Cemetery. I biked up to the neo-Gothic entrance of the cemetery to where Cat and Laura stood waiting. Julie rolled up, looking aggressive and badass and made Laura’s acquaintance, asked how she liked South Slope, since they were both neighbors. Oh yeah, it’s great, except for… Continue reading Brooklyn’s Greenwood Cemetery: Doin’ It Right

Pander

I had a friend who loved to speak didactically to us. He had gone to a good college and we used to discuss subjects specific to his interests, to relate to him. Then he would interrupt us to offer his opinion. He was a pedant and we had to pander to him. Eventually we stopped… Continue reading Pander

Why Daniel Adler’s From Brooklyn AND Portland

At work today, a Mr. Duffy pronouncedly shamed me by stating that I was from Portland, when all well know my humble beginnings in Brooklyn make me largely who I am. “How old were you when you lived in Portland?” the porcine lout asked. “I was ten, I lived there until I was eighteen.” “Your formative years, when… Continue reading Why Daniel Adler’s From Brooklyn AND Portland

Friday Night in Brooklyn

There comes a time after an old fashioned and telling a woman that she looks like your mother (except for the gap between her lower canine and her first bicuspid, which just goes to show how much prettier mom is anyway) when it’s time to go home. That cocktail was the treat that did me… Continue reading Friday Night in Brooklyn

How My Family Came to New York

Despite protests from his family Grampa Leo was confident that he could raise a family in New York. And so in 1955, when they were disappointed that their boat didn’t land at the Statue of Liberty, and saw that dominant skyline, they shared the same thought you did last time you circled JFK or LaGuardia… Continue reading How My Family Came to New York

Staten Island and the Jug Band

A hiatus from classic literature to mimic my weekend activities, even though read some Savage Detectives and The 42nd Parallel today. Maduros are salted sweet plaintains. I once tried to open a plaintain with my fingernails, like a monkey. I hurt the tender skin underneath my fingernail, as when you clip your nails too short.… Continue reading Staten Island and the Jug Band

>Black Swan

> Saw Black Swan last night, which was good. Very emotionally difficult. I left with a cramp, which lasted for about an hour and was only helped by a shot of Buffalo Trace whiskey and some jalapeno potato chips and a pint a Yuengling. Perhaps it would have been easier to stomach if my ex-girlfriend… Continue reading >Black Swan