To The End Of The Line

Spent the morning at the Delancey farm, helping out with chores like painting some recently repaired fence. Got out of milking, however! Left with a dozen of the freshest eggs you can imagine.

Once over the river, the land spread out on the long island like a terrible, endless job. Looked for someone named Marcy. There was no one by that name.

Is Hewes another spelling for Hughes? Or is it related to hewn, like hewn stone, which is what this city is built on. That, and—like the Tower of Babel—a mountain of the piled bones of the bright-eyed and optimistic.

They say the neon lights are bright on Broadway. They say there's always magic in the air. They say the women treat you fine on Broadway... wait... that's a different Broadway.

Central nervous system time zone casting library park America.

What is a Knickerbocker, anyway? It is the name for those trousers that always seem to be on the verge of falling down, first made popular by Dutch settlers in the 18th Century in what is now known as New York, whose religious views prevented them from wearing belts or suspenders.

Myrtle is the street I always confuse with Flatbush and Flushing (Flatbush and Flushing because they both start with "F" then "L" then a vowel, and Myrtle because it's the street I always confuse with Flatbush and Flushing). Myrtle always makes me think of "Myrtle Gordon" —the character in Opening Night (John Cassavetes, 1977) —and if you ever saw that movie, whenever you hear the word "myrtle" you would think of Myrtle Gordon, too.

Had to kill alota Seneca to make this place safe for my wives and child. Give 'em a stop on the subway make 'em happy. Now shut up and drink yer sweet wine.

Used to be a Forest here, had to cut it down to make room for all the shitty cars to park. Left a tree.

Fresh Pond. Yeah, right.

Middle Village always used to make me think of Middle Earth. At least until they made a movie out of Lord of The Rings, which essentially bludgeoned my imagination, on the matter, to death. 

Paradise Casino is a sprawling, billion dollar entertainment complex, operated by former Native Americans, once relocated to Germany who have returned in order to take advantage of a tenuous— soon to be abolished—gambling law and taxation loophole.

El Dorado

Heaven

Nirvana

Sloppy Joe's