How My Family Came to New York

Despite protests from his family Grampa Leo was confident that he could raise a family in New York. And so in 1955, when they were disappointed that their boat didn’t land at the Statue of Liberty, and saw that dominant skyline, they shared the same thought you did last time you circled JFK or LaGuardiaContinue reading “How My Family Came to New York”

Staten Island and the Jug Band

A hiatus from classic literature to mimic my weekend activities, even though read some Savage Detectives and The 42nd Parallel today. Maduros are salted sweet plaintains. I once tried to open a plaintain with my fingernails, like a monkey. I hurt the tender skin underneath my fingernail, as when you clip your nails too short.Continue reading “Staten Island and the Jug Band”