The downfall of Niagara Falls
The city, not the waterfall, which remains a source of utter befuddlement
The city, not the waterfall, which remains a source of utter befuddlement
Albert Brisbane somehow avoided sharing the wealth with his neighbors
On the Abbeys and the Beats
The Jefferson Memorial still gives off a far better vibe than the Potomac anthills in which the self-important Get Things Done
I guess I’m just two degrees removed from Lime Jell-O fruit salad
Remember the last invigorating spasm before the body of the party achieved corpsehood?
On a March day in 1991, I watched a bittersweet rural New York version of ‘Hoosiers’ play out
Men and women of the working class, Catholic or not, are arraigned by progressive yappers for being socially retrograde
Mark Twain would be hopelessly out of favor with both wings of the modern duopoly
Jimmy Duncan is a man who knows his place, which is one of the highest compliments I can give
It’s hard to believe, but New York was a competitive state then
I pour myself a tumbler of rotgut and settle in with the names, these glorious names
American anarchism has always been a literary conceit more than a political (or anti-political) program
Few if any breakfasts equal those I’ve consumed at Coleen’s Kitchen
Greenville’s favorite son is the poetically tragic Shoeless Joe Jackson, the illiterate millhand whom Babe Ruth called ‘the greatest hitter I had ever seen’
The mural painted on my envisioned Thelonious Monk Alley would feature images of little Thelonious in his fireman’s cap, surrounded by firemen, and the adult Thelonious at the piano
A circuit that was born in Batavia in 1939 died in Manhattan’s oppressive Time-Life Building
To read is to invite derision, especially if you grew up in a working-class town
Should the state of New York be divided into two states?
If the stars of the generation then passing burned less brightly in the firmament, well, then it was up to me to illuminate them