To Be A Man, A Boy Must

In Manhasset You Were Either Yankees Or Mets, Rich Or Poor, Sober Or Drunk...you Were 'gaelic' Or 'garlic," As One Schoolmate Told Me, And I Couldn't Admit, To Him Or Myself, That I Had Both Irish And Italian Ancestors.

I Don't Know. Sometimes I Try To Say What's On My Mind And It Comes Out Sounding Like I Ate A Dictionary And I'm Shitting Pages. Sorry

A Book Is The Only Real Escape From This Fallen World. Aside From Death.

Of Course Many Bars In Manhasset, Like Bars Everywhere, Were Nasty Places, Full Of Pickled People Marinating In Regret.

History Is The Narrative Of People Searching For A Place To Go.