New York Wanderer

The whistle wailed my sleep away in the upper berth as the Crescent hurtled towards New Orleans, rolling back the nig...

There he is that "gallus old codger," (Thank you, Damon Runyon) front and center at his daughter's  wedding, circa 1934. Sho...

It was springtime, 1978, and my girlfriend and I were living in sin.   At least we’d kashered our little flesh pot by pledging troths.   No...

"Peaches' Act Postponed" blares the large-type headline in a New York daily from late march, 1928.  Not long separated from he...

Itka’s sun-tanned left fore-arm stretched out limply from her hospital smock when I visited a few months ago, the five numbers tatooed by th...

My latest project is a full-length biography of NYC's early and mid-19th century tavern keep and theater entrepreneur William Niblo.  Ni...

AD D’LO YADA – PART 2 Alone, down a darkened block in Brooklyn’s Borough Park I sauntered past midnight, a few weeks ago, unafraid.   S...