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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 leaned out the window and watered the grass in the yard... [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

(Vohezer’s House – Photo/photoshopped by Joe – Orig. below) I was on the couch in front of our *50″ LG plasma TV with my feet up, because that’s what I like to do. Guy Fieri was on TV lapping at his digits, while his eyes bulged as big as doughnuts as he tried to tell me about how good this monster burger he was mangian... [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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My Blood Is Your Blood (Hear The Beast!)

(Image is uncredited - Photoshopped by Joe) May 1854 – New Dorp Beach. In the same spot by the water, where I had just seen a horned creature surrounded by a blood-red mist, there now stood an old man. He was staring out across the clear bay. A lump on his right shoulder seemed to place a great weight on his back and bow out his legs that... [Read more of this story]

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What’s In A Name?

(“Face of Fear” – Uncredited) The voice seems to come through frozen lips, which are surrounded by atrophied muscles, sounding as if the speaker is a bloodless thing(which it is). No matter the identity it assumes, I always recognize the tone. Plus the words it chooses trigger ruminations of previous encounters… “I’m... [Read more of this story]

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The Light of God

(Catholic Priest from 1850s. Photoshopped: *see below for orig./credit) He hadn’t been drunk the first time I met him. He had a bit of gin in him, that’s all. And he was not an itinerant worker. He was a priest. It was his look that fooled me, not quite that of a souse, more of a man with something devilishly heavy upon his shoulders. In... [Read more of this story]

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Silence

(Bennett House in Richmond Town – *Photo/photoshopped by Joe) I walked past clapboard homes and leafy gardens. The smell of grilling meats and fresh baked bread was in the air. I slipped a hand inside my waistcoat, moving it over my rumbling stomach as I came to Chuck A. Luck’s two-story eating house. I winced up at the partly sunny... [Read more of this story]

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