Tag: Memorial Park Boys
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Early Retirement in Connecticut
The maximum state wide speed limit in Connecticut is 65 miles per hour, and we were a minimum of 30 miles per hour north of the limit. We were trying to make time and get to the party, although the party was already under way inside of the whip. We were celebrating Sleepy B’s birthday,…
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F 1 3 P 2
It’s that unlucky time of year again. Not really. Ah, Friday the 13th. This spooky date occurs once every 212.35 days and 1.7 times a year on average. Of unclear origin, a harbinger of bad luck to some, though I don’t suffer from triskaidekaphobia, or worry about any particular superstitions, I like black cats and…
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Reading List 2022
A Ghost In The Throat, Doireann Ni Ghriofa Outer Dark, Cormac McCarthy From Staircase To Stage, Raekwon with Anthony Bozza God Bless You, Mr. Rosewater, Kurt Vonnegut This Side Of Brightness, Colum McCann Dead Relatives, Lucie McKnight Hardy Dance Dance Dance, Haruki Murakami (revisit) New York City Prose, Chris Anthony The Black Phone, Joe Hill…
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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…
