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Just past noon, Buddy McMahon and I jumped into the parade at 61st Street joining our classmates and teachers from LaSalle Academy marching up Fifth Avenue. This was non-regulation—starting the parade late and dressed as clowns (we paid the piper with a “knuck off the head” from Brother Brendan the next day at school). We broke off at the Met Museum to run east to… Read more »

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I remember the Friday after Thanksgiving when I was in kindergarten in 1959. My mother dropped Rory off at my grandparents’ place on 85th Street right after breakfast and took me with her on the 86th Street crosstown bus. She got a transfer for Fifth Avenue. I didn’t need one. I was still “little enough to ride for free, little enough to… Read more »

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“Making a movie for me is very similar to vomiting. You don’t like to vomit but you know you may feel better if you do.” ⁓Warren Beatty Last Tuesday, I had the pleasure of watching Alan Rickman on Broadway. I’m not a fan of musicals, so the only time I really ever enter Times Square… Read more »

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I attended kindergarten, grammar school, high school, and college in Manhattan. It was natural. I only left the Yorkville neighborhood for high school—LaSalle Academy in the East Village. In September of 1972, I entered Hunter College with 16,000 other matriculating students. At orientation, I was way back in the line. When they gave me my first… Read more »

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“As you all know by now, this is the 51st annual Academy Awards. Two hours of sparkling entertainment spread out over a four-hour show.” ⁓Johnny Carson I love the Oscars. I know, I know. They can be long and annoying (or as Vincent Canby so eloquently said, they hold “the solemnity of the annual Nobel… Read more »

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Though my family’s been on York Avenue since 1896, my mother’s roots started in East Harlem. She was born on 118th Street and Second Avenue in 1930. Her family left there for the St. Lucy’s parish on 104th Street between First and Second Avenues in the mid-1930s. Above is a photo of mom’s family in… Read more »

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When my life got out of control earlier this month (that two-week blur of torpedoed apartment, severed internet, and filthy hair), I took to watching Seinfeld for comfort and respite. My husband and I don’t have cable, so we compensate with streaming Netflix. With the internet (and all streaming options) down for a fortnight though, I… Read more »

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AANY contributor Thomas Pryor runs his very own storytelling salon! Join him the second Tuesday of every month at the lovely Cornelia Street Café… Who:  Thomas Pryor What:  City Stories: Stoops to Nuts storytelling show Where:  Downstairs at The Cornelia Street Cafe, 29 Cornelia Street, between Bleecker and West 4th. When:  The second Tuesday of every… Read more »