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Fools and Drunkards

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One of the toughest things for a reporter to do is speak with a victim’s family. During my five years as a police reporter in the Poconos, I had to interview—or attempt to interview—people who had lost their loved ones due to fires, crashes, or crime. It was a grim business, obviously, since answering a stranger’s questions about a deceased or injured family member was the very last thing that people wanted to do. I tried to be sensitive to their suffering, but I always felt like a rat for intruding on their grief during one of the worst moments of their lives. Some people told me to go to Hell, hung up on me or ordered me off their property. But there were others who willingly answered my questions. One man, whose father had committed suicide by burning their house down, shook my hand, and, with tears in his eyes, actually apologized for not being able to speak to me. I didn’t know what to say to him. I got a little better at approaching people as the years went by, but it ...

Who Goes There?

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World War II stories aren’t the same anymore. I’ve been reading novels and watching films about the Second World War for decades, but lately I find them to be more upsetting than I once did. They remind me of my father, who was a WWII veteran himself, and just how awful the war must have been for him. He told me some incredible stories about his time in the army, and I loved hearing them, of course, even when he repeated them over and over. I couldn’t get enough. But I’m starting to see the darker side of his stories, the things he didn’t tell me. He’s been gone for several years and I’m only now getting some idea of how much he must have suffered during those terrible days, when he was just a young man in his twenties. He must’ve been in constant fear, dodging bullets, scrambling for shelter during artillery attacks and witnessing his friends getting killed. That fear—and a lot of good luck—probably kept him alive. My father was part of the generation that was supposed t...

Junk in the Trunk

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There’s a void in my life and I’m loving every inch of it. For the last eight months, I have been sharing my living room with the lifeless carcasses of my old TV, DVD player, and printer. I got a new TV and DVD player in October and a new printer before that, but instead of junking the junk appliances, I merely moved the deceased devices a few inches over to the right and…just left them there. You may be wondering why I did this? I know I sure as hell am. Why in God’s holy name did I elect to keep this zombie pile of tubes, circuits, and wires prominently displayed in my home for nearly a year as if it were a Warhol original? Well, I’m sorry to say the answer is similar to the same excuse I offered when I took so long to buy a new TV in the first goddamn place. I was afraid to make a decision. I couldn’t carry that monstrous TV down three flights of stairs because of my bad back and the sanitation crew wouldn’t take it even if I could because of the restrictions on tossing o...

Home Again, Home Again

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I frantically dug my phone out of my pocket, dialed my sister’s number, and began my meltdown. “Joan!” I wailed as the tears started to flow, “I stopped by the house on Senator Street and it was a bad idea!” I had returned to my family’s home for the first time in nearly three years last week and I didn’t handle it very well. The morning had started off with a visit to the Good Fortune Supermarket , the site of the old Fortway Theater on Fort Hamilton Avenue to research a book project I’m working on. On the way there, I stopped by McKinley Park, which I had not visited in years. My sister tells me that our mother used to take us there when we were children, but I’m sorry to say I have no memory of that. After revisiting the Good Fortune, I walked through nearby Leif Ericson Park, which was filled parents, kids, and elderly people, most of whom were Chinese, much like the rest of the neighborhood. From there, I walked down to Sixth Avenue, where I spotted the Sixth Avenue El...