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Rooster’s Uncle Slippy and his questionable past with Bob Dylan.
I hold hands with a cousin in Flatbush.
Was it worth it?
Spiritual trips make us feel alive.
Welcome to Van Cortlandt Park.
Confronting my depression.
Slippy and Veronica steal drugs from children in Tucson, 1969.
How I remember it.
Exploring 6-1/2th Avenue.
There will always be a difference between men and women.
The sea and the subconscious.
The would-be propagandist test.
It helps a worried soul to just sing out loud.
Histories cross and overlap and resonate.
The right words in the right juxtaposition can absorb or inform you.
What they mean.
Weinstein is the second Queens pimp currently fouling our news cycles.
Stop complaining and report.
A key scene from the movie of my life.
A maligned bird reconsidered.
I wonder how sick the elite really are.
Matthew Continetti might be the last person who realizes journalistic objectivity is dead.
A nod to Baltimore’s Charles Villager and a rebuke of schoolmarm Ross Douthat.
A splendid wedding in Toronto, barely marred by ornery Canadian custom officials.
High-wire days for Red Sox fans.
Who’ll be the next in line to get hacked—again.
Lonely is as lonely does.
Remembering my mom on the centennial of her birth.
A freebie loosie for you, Burt.
I think I’m going back… to 1948 Manhattan.
