Tag: The New York Mets
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I, Myself, Am Strange And Unusual
I remember the day I found you. I couldn’t forget that day if I wanted to. You always seem to float into my thoughts as if you’re standing right behind me whispering in my ear. It took me an entire week of exploration to stumble upon you. I rode along that street, a street I couldn’t fathom how it was…
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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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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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All Guests Must Be Announced – Ch. XXI
“Lotto is up to 45 fucking million,” said Gerry, looking at a newspaper, standing at the table by the lobby phone. “Nice fucking haul, huh. What would you do if you won the lotto?” “I don’t play the lotto.” “But If you did?” “But I don’t,” I said, sitting on the bench where I removed Ichabod’s…
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All Guests Must Be Announced – Ch. 18
Night had already fallen on Sutton place when Murphy finally walked out of the service entrance. It was not uncommon for him to have to stay late at the building, but it had been a long time since he left this late. An old building had its share of overflowing toilets and broken elevators. The later he left…
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All Guests Must Be Announced – Ch. 17
“Speak of the devil,” said Gerry, holding open the door. “How was your day, young lady?” “You boys gossiping about me?” Agnes said, jokingly. “You know I enjoy negative attention.” I said, no. Yes, Gerry said. “What happened here?” “Kranepool leapt to his death,” said Gerry. “Shut the fuck up. No way.” “No lie. Kranepool is hell…
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All Guests Must Be Announced – Ch. 16
The lobby phone rang as it did often throughout the day, no matter who you were on the phone with, a tenant walking through the lobby would see you on the phone and automatically assume it was a personal call. It was not uncommon for a complaint to be made to Murphy about staff using the phone too…
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All Guests Must Be Announced – Ch. 15
“Oh, no,” said Gerry, with a loud sigh as he opened the door to the building. “Is it true? Oh, God,” Lightbarn wept. Mr. Lightbarn was a tall, middle aged trust fund man-child. It must be nice to have no financial worries. He was one of two shareholders that no longer communicated with me. A goofy…
SEAN GABLER 