Eddie Ekis’s mom worked at the local Five & Ten store. You know–the ones with the mechanical jalopies and wild palomino horses outside the store that cost a dime a ride. On Friday night, Mrs. Ekis, the Assistant Manager, was responsible for closing the First Avenue store at 9 PM. With a little tidying up,… Read more »
In October of 1960, Mom was pulling for Kennedy and Dad was rooting for Nixon. I couldn’t have cared less one way or the other—my thoughts were on baseball. The Pittsburgh Pirates had just crushed my heart by beating the Yankees in the seventh game of the World Series (to this day, I still wonder… Read more »
As modern-day Americans, we’re all about convenience. We’re constantly striving to find ways to make it easier, get it faster, do it better. And nowhere is this more true than in New York City. After all, where else can you have your dog walked, your clothes cleaned, your dinner prepared, and your errands run, all… Read more »
I’m a rabbit who’s never left his warren. My family has lived on York Avenue in Manhattan since 1896. I own the horseshoe that hung over the front door of my great-grandparents’ apartment at #1403. I already have 1500 old photographs of Yorkville, but nothing pumped me up like my recent discovery of the Walker… Read more »
I saw this 1967 Chevelle on 81st Street last night and was taken back to a moment at the John Jay pool, late summer, right before 8th grade. It was an after-dinner swim and there was a sweet evening breeze. Freddy Muller and I were playing that stupid game popular with 13-year-old boys: taking as much… Read more »
