“Televison Killed the Radio Star” 1988
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Astoria N.Y. 1987
Back in my taxi driving days I would always peek out the corner of my eye as I sped past this beautiful gas pump. It was located on the very busy 21st Street and I was usually on my way to LaGuardia airport. Even back in the late ’80s it was unusual to find a perfect example of a 1959 Sinclair pump. Anyone my age will recall their logo “Dino the Dinosaur” The gas stations would give away dinosaur shaped bars of green soap and other silly items in order to compete with all the other companies.
When I first started driving, gasoline was 50¢ per gallon. Cigarettes were 50¢ a pack. Pizza was still 50¢ a slice…
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“Retired” 1989
I guess when NYC is done with you, they just put a potato sack over you and bid you farewell…
For more things which are long gone, go to Forgotten New York
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“Three Tears” 2010
I don’t know the exact reasons for tattooing tears on one’s face. Sometimes it is for someone you have killed or sometimes it is when a friend or family member is murdered. I looked it up and it’s hard to be sure what these tattoos mean exactly. They do mean a death for each teardrop…
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ALI & MALTA! 1973
I only went to the lay-ups a half dozen times, but luckily Jack Stewart took this picture of one of my few pieces. To be on the same car as “ALI” was quite an honor. At the far left might be the outline of the “Pink Panther” but I’m not sure. It also is evident that I went over a Junior-161 tag and he was an important writer. Pieces did take priority over tags of course…
“New Mexico” 1992
A few weeks ago during one of the winter’s many snowfalls, I left my boots outside in front of my door and someone complained. My boots bothered this person so much that an official complaint was issued to the management of my building. A rich person with absolutely no life, had nothing better to do than be annoyed by a pair of Timberland’s fouling up her view on the way to her apartment. How do I know it was a woman? I don’t, but I have a feeling that’s all. It’s enough to make one wonder if living life, out on the mesa with nobody else around, wouldn’t be a bad idea…
Do they have a Starbucks nearby?
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