WHILE BEGINNING to prepare this week’s foray into irrelevance, I was on the horns of a slight dilemma. I had ventured into one of my favorite parts of town, Long Island…
February 2005
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In the remotest section of Staten Island, on a high hill with nothing but tangled weeds, snarled vines, migrating birds and hissing insects there lies the remains of one man’s…
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Title card: Mid-1980s IRT retro-kiosk at Astor Place, ca. 1985 In New York City, just about every subway entrance on the system’s 460-plus stations is somehow different, and that’s no mean feat.…
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IT WAS A DAY with air so crisp, it almost broke off in your fingers. And there is no better weather than to explore the 1939 and 1964 World’s Fair remnants at vast…
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WHILE preparing to march 155th Street for I CAN’T DRIVE 155, I was drawn to the Macombs Dam Bridge, which connects the 155th St. Viaduct with Jerome Avenue in the Bronx, like…
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“YOU CAN SEE ALL THE STARS as you walk down Hollywood Boulevard,” says Ray Davies, and they’re there, right in the sidewalk for all to see. But the ghosts wander the Bowery…