After Sargent Le Fevre left, DeSantis went back to his bed and sat down. He went into himself and thought back to before the terrorist attacks, the divisions, the blame from all sides to all other sides. Continue reading
“Hell is other people.”
- Jean-Paul Sartre
Robert DeSantis woke up the next morning in a room that reminded him of his first apartment after dropping out of college. It had white plaster walls with cracks, some faint- some not so faint, here and there. An window air conditioning unit buzzed as it worked to keep the slightly weathered white chamber cool and dry. He had spent the night in a pillow top bed, watching old cable TV shows on DVD before finally giving in to the overtures of sleep. Continue reading
The first car accident in the United States happened in New York City on May 30, 1896. Henry Wells from Springfield, Massachusetts was driving his Duryea Motor Wagon when he collided with a bicycle rider. Her name was Evylyn Thomas and she was brought to Manhattan Hospital with a broken leg.
Source: The Epic of New York City by Edward Robb Ellis 1966 Old Town Books, pp-460-461
Robert woke up feeling drops of water hitting his forehead. They were dripping down his face and had begun to dampen the front of his shirt. At first Robert had no idea where he was. He could see the drops were leaking from the ceiling of the room he was in, which might actually be described as part of a dungeon. He knew that he was in some sort of cell, that was all. He heard measured footsteps as a presumed guard of this presumed prison walked down the hallway outside. Mister DeSantis? He heard his name being formally called in a surprisingly polite tone by his apparent jailer. A knock, almost too gentle for the heavy steel door echoed slightly off the damp stone and brick walls of his 8 x 10 box of a room.
Come in, Robert answered. His voice hoarsely registered just loud enough to be heard by the man at the door. The door opened and there stood a short, dark man dressed in green military fatigues. Continue reading
This is it. The culmination of countless afternoons spent devouring the best pizza we could find. This is the 5 Borough Pizza Put Down. In our never-ending quest to find the perfect pizza pie parlor, we’ll award points based on 5 categories: food, service, atmosphere, cost and value. In the short term we will be grouping pizza places together: either by geography, shared history or both, and comparing. In the long term, we will use the points system to decide on an overall city-wide winner. (I’ve decided that, in order to simplify any comparisons, I will only order the plain, or margherita pie at each pizzeria.)
Following up on last week’s Brooklyn versus Manhattan theme, we once again have a battle of the boroughs. This week we matched up Patsy’s Pizzeria in Murray Hill with Totonno’s Pizzeria Napolitano in Coney Island. Continue reading
After spending some time at Grillin’ On The Bay this past Saturday I realized that I needed a haircut, so I paid a visit to my favorite barbershop Joe and Bart’s. Joe was honoring the death of Elizabeth Taylor with a fitting final centerfold, carefully cut and pasted the old fashioned way onto the side of a metal room divider.