Romancier
For the millions taking the New York City subway every day it is a humdrum part of their lives, no mystery or poetry to it, no humor or tragedy. But work could not be possible without it. And work is the religion of this city. Impossible to exist here without the subway no matter… Continue reading DOWN IN THE HOLE
I can't get no satisfaction, I can't get no satisfaction 'Cause I try and I try and I try and I try I can't get no, I can't get no Rolling Stones “Out Of Our Heads” Album, 1965 This could be a porn movie showing in my head. Three teens naked in a bed, a… Continue reading No Satisfaction
Dancing Faun, from House of The Faun, Pompeii I am just another creature under the volcano. With me here are three million more of my fellows in a dense struggle with time and one another. This broken cone of a mountain in my line of sight sends up smoke, a pale wreath, to form the outline of… Continue reading UP POMPEII
Girls Girls Girls Part One: I Dated The FBI That date we’d decided to go to a drive-in movie. I wanted to play hide the pickle. I tried to. Just got it hidden and she burst into tears. My parents wanted me to be a Victorian gentleman, which didn’t take well on my libertine persona—how… Continue reading I Dated The FBI
I dye my hair. I’ve done so since my 30s going back to when I started turning white, a family thing. Hair is long so it takes a while. The roots are bitches. Whatever the labor it’s better than looking like bleached road kill. For me, Death of a Salesman all over again. My flight… Continue reading ¡Hola! Means Hello
Roberto took us coursing up the coast road from Trieste. I knew that road well. It rode high on the cliffs above the Adriatic. Earlier in the day I'd driven it to make my sales call to the managing director of La San Marco, earning enough in one visit to term my affairs for the… Continue reading 3. Meeting in Trieste THE DUMBWAITER DID IT
WHERE'S GIUSEPPE 2. TRIESTE Two Of Three Giuseppe Tartini remains a pale presence in Trieste, although they did name the local music conservatory after him. That and no more. Finding Tartini is far more difficult than driving a mere half hour south from Trieste. That’s all it takes to reach the small fishing port of Piran along… Continue reading TRIESTE Two Of Three
MEETING IN TRIESTE I sit in wonder this afternoon in sweetly sad grandiose Trieste. Here with the Commendatore Dr. Alberto Hesse. Others have told me that his title, which everyone here seems to use, is authentic from a knighthood bestowed on him by the Italian Republic. During WW2 he was a renowned ace in the Italian air force. He… Continue reading MEETING IN TRIESTE
Dog And Cat Are Friends Growing up I had scant friends. By choice it now seems –before puberty never any girl friends and no more than one boy friend at a time. It didn’t occur to me to be lonely. I had books, music, drawing and maps to accompany me. I also had little surrogate friends, our pets. Most… Continue reading Dog and Cat Are Friends
"Your little voice, So soft and kind; Your little soul, Your Little mind!" Samuel Hoffenstein Wee Folk They were not bad tempered people. Like those to be found in too many New York offices. The Lockwoods had trust funds to keep them pleasant. And too their family home was that jewel box on The Sound. They sailed to… Continue reading TALES FROM THE LOCKWOOD WOODS