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By a route obscure and lonely, Haunted by ill angels only, Where an Eidolon, named NIGHT, On a black throne reigns upright, I have reached these lands but newly From an ultimate dim Thule — From a wild weird…
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I got to thinking the other day (that’s always a dubious proposition; nothing but woe visits when I do that) about the streets in New York City that are “Little.”…
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During the week I was scuttling around Floral Park, just south of Little Neck, testing out a healing sore calf and looking for some shade, since it was 95 degrees.…
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By SERGEY KADINSKYForgotten NY correspondent On a block of 18th Avenue between 126th and 127th Streets in College Point, Queens, the avenue widens with a green traffic median containing a…
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A few years ago I wrote a few columns for the Huffington Post; I gave up doing it because the payment was $0.00. Here’s a piece about various rails and…
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Remarkably, the former Sheffield Farms bottling plant in the heart of Bedford-Stuyvesant on Fulton Street at Marcy Avenue has not been protected by the Landmarks Preservation Society and thus I…
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Back in 2016 (and it seems like yesterday even though it’s four years ago as of 2020) I presented some striking, colorful images from NYC’s City Walls project of the…
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Rockaway Playland, the Rockaway Peninsula’s answer to Coney Island, was in business between 1928 (as an amusement park in the classic sense; various amusement parks had operated at Rockaway Beach…
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Saturday was a busy day in the Walsh household. The mornings called for a thorough dusting and vacuuming of the entire apartment at 8302 6th Avenue. The old man did…
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On my Maspeth wanderings (I have Maspeth wanderings; Blissville wanderings; Richmondtown wanderings; Inwood wanderings; Gravesend wanderings; Wakefield wanderings; you get the picture) I have always been fascinated with Mazeau Street…
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I have referenced Child’s Restaurants often in Forgotten New York; the former chain was still active when I was a kid and perhaps even into my young adult days, since…
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Since moving into Little Neck in 2007, I’ve been wedged between areas of varying ritziness, while maintaining my own hovel of relative poverty. If I wander west, I’m in the…