I went to a flea market in Hell's Kitchen this past weekend. When I passed by a stall that featured this working phonograph, Al Jolson singing "Mammy" was playing. Swear to God. Clear as a bell. A sublime moment of chance.
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I had a stall at the Hell's Kitchen flea selling my wares, but missed Jolson. However, I bought a vintage 1940s Dutch pewter coffee pot that matches my grandparents' tea service. Sublime indeed
The original, running Jeremiad on the vestiges of Old New York as they are steamrolled under or threatened by the currently ruthless real estate market and the City Fathers' disregard for Gotham's historical and cultural fabric. Est. January 2006. Contact Me
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One of the old book jackets lining the walls of Chumley's. Eternal Shame on Bloomberg, the City Fathers, and the powers that be that this cultural landmark has STILL not been saved and reopened.
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I had a stall at the Hell's Kitchen flea selling my wares, but missed Jolson. However, I bought a vintage 1940s Dutch pewter coffee pot that matches my grandparents' tea service. Sublime indeed
When done right, 78s rock
Who deserves this more than the author of Lost City? Consider the voice of Al to be a grateful affirmation from ages past.
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