Fresh Jersey Eggs (Open Thursday Only)
July 31, 2008
July 25, 2008
And you should love her too. I read over on Colonnade Row that Dixon Place is moving to a larger space on Chrystie Street in October. I stumbled into Dixon Place back in the 80s, when it was Ellie Covan’s storefront apartment. There was the living room, which was filled with chairs and couches that [...]
July 19, 2008
This picture jumped out of this set. Whenever my friend Rosemary and I walked down West 19th Street – usually on our way to Barnes & Noble – I seem to recall Rosemary would have us cross the street so as not to walk in front of Magickal Childe. Black magic.
July 17, 2008
At 10:40 A. M., Patrolman John Morrissey of Traffic C, directing traffic at Thirty-fourth Street and Fifth Avenue, noticed a swirling white scarf floating down from the upper floors of the Empire State. A moment later he heard a crash that sounded like an explosion. He saw a crowd converge in Thirty-third Street. Two hundred [...]
July 7, 2008
I saw this picture back in May on one of my most favoritist blogs, joe’s nyc and then, just a few days ago, from a new soon-to-be-favoritist blog, Jeremiah’s Vanishing New York, I saw this post on Chinatown side streets. I moved back to Tennessee 13 years ago, after having spent 20 years in NYC, [...]
July 3, 2008
John Barton Wolgamot could easily be mistaken for a fellow patient of Christopher Smart’s. in fact — at least according to Robert Ashley — he was the manager of the Little Carnegie in the 1970s and lived in a hotel on Broadway and 104th Street — apparently, another one of my neighbors. Wolgamot had self-published [...]
I never shall forget the indulgence with which he treated Hodge, his cat: for whom he himself used to go out and buy oysters, lest the servants having that trouble should take a dislike to the poor creature. . . . I recollect [Hodge] one day scrambling up Dr. Johnson's breast, apparently with much satisfaction, while my friend smiling and half-whistling, rubbed down his back, and pulled him by the tail; and when I observed he was a fine cat, saying 'why yes, Sir, but I have had cats whom I liked better than this;' and then as if perceiving Hodge to be out of countenance, adding, 'but he is a very fine cat, a very fine cat indeed.'