Tag: Memorial Park Boys
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K P P C
If I grew up in Suffolk County, specifically in or near the hamlet of Kings Park, I would have made Kings Park Psychiatric Center my stomping grounds. As much as I love the idea of urban exploration I really don’t venture out enough. In our neighborhood in Queens we had the Hammerstein Mansion, a favorite…
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The Desperate Man
My dear friend Ms. Golden shared with me a game she played to pass the time with her colleagues at a work event. There may have been some alcohol imbibing and a handful of edibles in the mix. I’m sure it was fun. They asked each other various hypothetical questions, things like if you were…
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The Thinning Of The Veil
Happy Halloween, y’all. All Hallow’s Eve holds first place in the ranking of holidays for me. While I remain a hardened skeptic I must admit I have a deep love for all things supernatural and otherworldly. Predating Christianity and the Gregorian calendar, the festival of Samhain marked the season of allhallowtide, celebrated by the Celtic…
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Irish Confetti
A car had stopped in the intersection of Willets Point and 149th street but I hadn’t noticed it at first. My friends noticed. I was in front of the mediocre pizzeria, on a strip of stores, that we lazily just called, the stores. Park Seafood, the pizzeria, a liquor store, Mama’s, a little asian run…
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All Guests Must Be Announced – Ch. 27
“All the soarings of my mind begin in my blood.” My namesake, Rainer Maria Rilke, wrote that and it rang true to me. I admitted that I never had the highest opinion of people, for my parents, or myself. Nothing about my parents was ever poetic, it astonished me that they even knew Rilke existed…
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All Guests Must Be Announced – Ch. 26
Fisicaro relieved me of my doorman duties for what was my final shift, the last time I would be employed by 534 E57th street. No longer part of the sentry. No more hours clocked in the vortex of the lobby where time split and stretched. An hour at the building felt like ten. I would be lying…
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All Guests Must Be Announced – Ch. 24
When Gerry returned to the lobby he was in civilian clothes. Old blue jeans and a gray Mets hoodie. He appeared to have taken a shower. The lobby smelled like my father, Old Spice and whiskey. Gerry returned the spare key to the Abruzzi’s apartment to the lock box. He had an old baseball in his hand, a…
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