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All Hail The Beast

(This post is a rough draft. Give me a few days to finish.)   At the instant the new sun began to brighten the sky, my joints grew stiff and my breathing labored. Seemingly smothered by sleep, the last thing I remembered was old Dan Tucker’s look of abject sadness. He probably had known for hours as we sailed through the night in NY Bay,... [Read more of this story]

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Forever Evil

(“Sailboat Moving Between Past And Present” by Joe) Present Day The pizza and Chinese delivery guys(aka num and nuts) are avoiding me. Like I care. I don’t! It’s a good thing. My lady friend(who has tuned me and my blog off of late, I’m just saying…) says it’s because I’m not writing about my past... [Read more of this story]

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Black Is The Night

(Black Sullivan) Our gang of twelve headed south on Henry Street, where the strong light from gas lamps made the stars disappear. The smells of manure and vanilla hung heaviest in the air. The vanilla had my head juggling in wonderment as to its origin. My eyes passed over old wood-framed shops and homes, along with newer brick and brownstone buildings.... [Read more of this story]

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The Glove

(Black Silk Glove by Joe) Around seven in the morning I left Black Sullivan’s saloon. I went back to the firehouse and fell into a death-like slumber. I roused for a short while in the afternoon and found a woman’s black silk glove in my hand. I couldn’t figure out where it had come from and tossed it out my third-story bedroom window.... [Read more of this story]

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Black Sullivan And His Girls

(“At The Brothel,” circa 1850 – Photoshopped by Joe – Orig. below) “Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for you are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me.” – Psalm 23:4 - Having just awoken, I threw open the window and looked over the garden two stories... [Read more of this story]

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Old Dan Tucker

(Original Jim Crow) In the eyes of the men in the brass band I could see they were smiling. They did their best to play “Jump Jim Crow” and paid little mind to the black-faced minstrel singer named old Dan Tucker. He kept coming close to knocking into them. Dancing so crazed, he looked like a fighting cock. I guzzled another... [Read more of this story]

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House of Laughter

(Voorlezer’s House – Photo/photoshopped by Joe – Orig. below) I had my feet up on the couch in front of our *50″ LG plasma TV, because that’s what I like to do. On the TV was Guy Fieri, lapping at his digits, while his eyes bulged as big as doughnuts as he tore into a monster burger and tried to tell me how good it... [Read more of this story]

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Surviving the Night

(Rose and Crown Tavern in New Dorp, 1665-1854 – Photoshopped by Joe – *Orig. below) I was roaring drunk as Minna pulled me by the hand through the crowded tavern. Along with the proprietor and his wife behind the bar, we were the only ones in motion. Yet quick-moving shadows peeled up and kept disappearing from the walls. I was... [Read more of this story]

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I Am The Fire

(Center Street in Richmond Town – Photo/photoshopped by Joe) With some trepidation of never seeing our fine oyster sloop again, we left it tied to a makeshift pier in New Dorp Beach and set out on a horse-drawn cart Jack had sent for prior to our coming to Staten Island. We headed along a wooded road surrounded by farmland that ran straight... [Read more of this story]

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