Category Archives: alcohol

Notes From the Carlyle…January 2020

Posted on January 19, 2020 by

I’m having a melancholy Friday, yearning for all things gone, like my old neighborhood for instance. They’ve knocked down the block across from where I lived, leaving this vast emptiness, feeling as if 40 years of my life, went along … Continue reading →

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A Heart Pried Open

Posted on December 12, 2019 by

It’s not easy being sensitive. There isn’t a homeless person that escapes my notice, a blind man I don’t see, or a stray cat under a car wishing I could coax home, so it’s no surprise I spotted Andy. There’s … Continue reading →

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A Writer Brought Back To Life

Posted on December 3, 2019 by

Pete Hamill is someone I’ve revered forever as a journalist, New York historian, novelist and screenwriter, concerned about him since he’s been silent for much too long. Knowing he’s the last of his breed, Jack Newfield (1938-2004), Norman Mailer (1923-2007), … Continue reading →

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Thanksgiving 2019

Posted on November 28, 2019 by

I’m spending Thanksgiving with Carrie, rereading all her books, making it one of the best ever. Let’s hear it for great writing that peels off the page like a good yam, or ham, in Carrie’s case.  She writes a lot … Continue reading →

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Famous Last Words

Posted on November 24, 2019 by

Speaking of the dead… I always wonder if the person taking flight knows, and if so, how? Does someone who went before only you can see, come to escort you? Is it like in the film, Heaven Can Wait, when … Continue reading →

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Ratty and Natty

Posted on November 7, 2019 by

There are two men, on the periphery of my life, peering in. One is a beat-up musician I should run from, the other, a well-heeled Englishman I should run towards. Don’t get me wrong, I love the natty type that … Continue reading →

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Remnants of a Beauty

Posted on October 27, 2019 by

I’m on the train once again, when a girl in her 30s? 40s? clearly an addict, is methodically asking for money. Now, I don’t carry cash during the day, because by the time I get home, it’s gone, given away … Continue reading →

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Notes From the Carlyle…July 2019

Posted on July 18, 2019 by

The rain blew me right in the front door. Alright, I’m exaggerating, but it did influence my entrance. Perils of a skinny girl who felt she was levitating. I decide to behave and go straight to the ante room off … Continue reading →

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She Got The Chair

Posted on June 13, 2019 by

My pal, Mr. Imma, otherwise known as Sorryless, inspired this with his comments concerning the self-absorbed habits of the very rich. I was in my late 20s, my clarity impressive, when I lived in my garret of an apartment with … Continue reading →

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Staying The Course

Posted on May 28, 2019 by

I’m in hell right now due to a bevy of reasons I won’t list since, whining never helps anything. Now wining is a different story, but it’s much too early to crack open a bottle of red. I talk openly … Continue reading →

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