Murder By Dusting ~ Crime Tales Tonight @ Cornelia St. Cafe

Who knew the sleeping angel was capable of murder? Death danced through our apartment with a heavy hand in the early 1960s.

Tonight @6pm @ the Meyer Lansky Tribute @ the Sony of Pony show @ Cornelia Street Café I’ll tell a tale of murder.

I’ve crushed the story down to its essence leaving only the gory details. If your stomach is strong and you’re a fan of mothers who turn on their young, I've got your ticket!

Son of a Pony ~ Meyer Lanksy Tribute

Cornelia Street Café

Tonight @ 6pm

Admission $ 7 includes a free drink

By the end of the second week, the science project in the dummy’s stomach was in full swing. Dad caught the stench first, his face looked like he ate a sour ball, but Mom was the one who ripped the dummy off Rory’s lap. She held Jerry’s mouth to her nose causing her to swoon and choke. When she recovered, she walked over to the step ladder and buried the dummy, head first, up to his waist in the brown garbage bag. All I saw were Jerry’s legs hanging over the top. I held Knucklehead tight and sung the show’s theme song low. “Hoo ray, Haa rah!, Its Winchell Mahoney Time, its Winchell Mahoney Time, Its Time for fun.”

The dummy’s swift death opened a nightmare of disappearing stuff.

Mystical City

The City is mystical on holiday weekends. Got to get out of here people leave and all your favorite places are accessible and terrific stuff pops up everywhere. Most folks are on their best behavior, I got itchy and moved around to see what's going on.

My favorite motion and food things in no particular order:

Running
Water after running
Walking up West Broadway to Washington Square Park, through the arch and on up Fifth Avenue
Tunes with running
Weights at gym
Looking up at buildings for things I've missed
Cold beer, only, after I earned it
Reading the newspapers on a stoop in the morning
Bike riding with tunes
Taking my shoes and socks off on the East River Drive
Hellman's Mayo
Sitting on a bench on Hudson Street and watching the river flow
Bacon
Pizza
Cheese


Well, it's too early, but if I wanted to, I earned cold beer today. I biked to Washington Bridge, down to the Battery and up the Lower East Side along the water.
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It was low tide at the Brooklyn Bridge and a three block long beach appeared. I locked the bike, climbed down, and went in the East River up to my thighs. First time ever. Been in the Hudson, but never east side. Kind of Dead End Kids feeling, warm in the stomach, you know?

After doing the Brooklyn Bridge Beach, I headed up to 10th Street between 1st & 2nd Avenues for a fair. My friends, Peter Carlaftes & Kat Georges performed "Greenagers in Love." They were hysterical.
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Last Tuesday, I biked out to Coney Island, and discovered eager beach balls dying to get in the water. Soon...