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Through my years of attending dance performances, one of my greatest joys is discovering small companies and watching them develop. They are like perennial plants and with every performance, they bloom into fruition in greater abundance and variety. Watching them arise upon the steps of different stages provides perspective. Seeing them change and react to… Read more »

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Attention all carnivores: dinner is served. This meat palace cameos as a café/retail shop by day and badass food hall by dusk, complete with 450 international beers, meat, a communal bar and butcher’s counter, more meat, and a garden. That said, you should eat here. Food rundown: HOUSE BEEF JERKY Jerky and spice and everything… Read more »

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On October 4, 1965, the feast day of Saint Francis of Assisi, Saint Stephen of Hungary’s student body marched up to Third Avenue to wave to Pope Paul VI driving by on his way to Yankee Stadium in his limousine. This was important to me on a few levels: We were getting out of sixth… Read more »

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Years ago, when I worked as an immigration inspector at JFK Airport, I would sometimes encounter celebrities that would come through my line. The first one I remembered was Joan Collins. People I mentioned this too asked me if I remembered what her actual birth date was from looking at her passport, but I didn’t… Read more »

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The once-celebrated East Village bar the Yaffa Café announced that it is closing its doors for good. It was initially shut down in September by the Department of Health for health violations. The coverage sent up its standard lament; another “iconic” landmark crushed by cruel fate. It’s a familiar pattern now. A well-known music venue,… Read more »

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Dad had a habit for coming back into the apartment after he left late for work. Most weekdays, Rory and I watched the act as we sat at the kitchen table late for school eating Kellogg’s corn flakes or burnt toast (not Mom’s fault. Toaster was on the fritz, everything came out dark). Like Dad,… Read more »

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About twelve years ago I was coming to the end of a long spell of unemployment. I had a job as a reporter/editor at an Internet publication that was on its last days. The publication’s offices were in a building in Hell’s Kitchen that also housed garment district sweatshops and offshore Internet gambling companies. There… Read more »