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Fifty years ago today, in a small New York City theater, in front of an audience of 728 people, Ed Sullivan launched The Beatles, ignited a cultural revolution and unleashed the desire to create music in countless artists. The audience of 73 million television viewers included children like Steven Tyler, Richie Sambora, Tom Petty, Nancy… Read more »

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My brother, Rory, and I, agreed on two things in early 1964: we loved bacon and we were crazy cuckoo nuts over the Beatles. Every Friday night that year, Mom gave us each a dollar to “get the hell out of the house and don’t come back until the store closes.” Together, Rory, 7, and… Read more »

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You can tear a building down, but you can’t erase a memory. Living Colour Been meaning to put these photographs (see below) up for several friends and their families who lived for two generations or more in these buildings at and near the southwest corner on York Avenue and 83rd Street. It made me blue… Read more »

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If February plans to be the coldest month in NYC this year, fatten me up and put me in a bear cave until it hits and stays 50 degrees. I needed cash downtown this morning. Wickedly windy, I ran to the HSBC near Duane Park north of Chambers. After the bank, I jogged down Warren… Read more »

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Like my father and his mother, I love my stuff. I’m no Collyer brother, my place is neat, in it’s own way. I still own my first two records, both by Dave Seville and the Chipmunks: “Witch Doctor,” in 1958, and 1959, “Alvin’s Harmonica.” The football is from 1969 and the main reason it’s still here: I… Read more »

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Walking east near the 59th Street Bridge, I saw a startling shadow up ahead. A bishop’s crook, twenty feet tall, on the smooth surface of a brick wall painted white. The light pole’s reflection flickered. I fumbled for my camera but before I could pull it out the shadow slipped away along with the sunlight… Read more »

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Fortunately, this holiday season did not trigger a new search for expandable waist pants. My overeating was sporadic and there was no fatal wound as there was in 2009. That year my “Lost Weekend” lasted two weeks. I ate golden cake with double chocolate icing for dinner, five times. I devoured 13 velvet cupcakes with… Read more »

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An early 1980s New Yorker moment “Please! Step on the scale!” A firm male voice directed me. I waited a second; listening hard to make sure she sounded busy three rooms away. When I heard the sink running, I got on and the number came up. “Your weight is 178 pounds. Have a nice day…. Read more »

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Nearing the 1964 Christmas break during my fifth grade, thirteen inches of snow blanketed my street late on a Thursday evening. Losing a school day to the elements was a beautiful thing. Friday morning, my friends and I mushed over to Central Park towing our sleds through the middle of the street. Milking the day… Read more »

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If you ask this New Yorker what’s his favorite hill in New York City: the bluff in Owl’s Head Park just north of 68th Street and Shore Road in the Bay Ridge neighborhood. The vista from this property has been the subject of art and photography for three centuries. Henry Cruse Murphy who helped found… Read more »