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The United States of America is currently confronting its most dangerous threat. This threat is not from terrorist. This threat is not from natural disaster, an energy crisis or pollution. Contrary to the news, this threat is not the Tea Party or Obamacare, depending upon which news source you use. Rather, this threat is an… Read more »

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This past Easter Sunday, my family ate heartily and discussed some of the current political and economic issues of the day. There may be better ways to wash down a tasty Easter ham than a lamentation on the state of the republic, but we haven’t found it yet. Our conversation settled on how many pension… Read more »

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I exit the subway at Lexington and 59th Street. Headed in the direction of Central Park on 59th I stumble on an antique bookstore. I walked in to browse and feel the air of sophistication. On the few shelves that were not locked behind glass I came across Quo Vadis (not old enough edition to… Read more »

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At 16, my dream job was working behind the deli counter at Daitch Shopwell. As a stock boy this would be a coup. Watching Milton or Marty cut thin slices of rare roast beef and Jarlsberg Swiss, I cried with pain. Pain that some son of a bitch was going to eat that tasty mound of meat… Read more »

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Monday I went into one of the most suspicious places in the world. In fact, I find the place so contemptibly suspicious, I go there practically every day. What makes the place suspect is its openness. The place freely offers all the available information of humanity to the general public. There has to be a… Read more »

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With one foot in classical music and the other pressing the heavy petal of metal music, musical virtuoso Brennan Dylan takes a few minutes to answer some questions for AskANewYorker.com.  Among many fascinating insights from his earliest experiences in his  musical development, he explains some of the consequences of music piracy, shares the number one… Read more »

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This past weekend the wife and I packed our two baby girls into their car seats and drove upstate (upstate defined as north of the Bronx/Westchester border) to celebrate the 90th birthday of my Grandmother, Mary Sheahan. They don’t make New Yorkers like Mary Sheahan anymore. My Grandmother immigrated from Ireland and went through Ellis… Read more »

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I will be crispy, very clairvoyant and a little frivolous. Art is food. The ancient realm and art form of paint on canvas holds a central pedestal in my art world. Finding something for my wall is like fitting in a missing piece of my soul. We (humans) like things specific yet universal, simultaneously. Tough… Read more »

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Got into a sparkling new cab this morning. The seats, dashboard and windows shined. Riding my finger along the metal detail on the passenger door, I thought, the only time my brother Rory and I were ever this clean was for one lone hour at a photography studio on Third Avenue in spring 1960. I repel wool…. Read more »