I knew Breslin from when he decorated the mahogony at Moochies on Market Slip when I lived on Cherry St. around the corner from the J.A. He once wrote a column about a fireman buddy of mine and how he jumped into action, though off duty, at the scene of a wreck. They went out afterward for a ball and a beer....and, get ready for this....Breslin paid!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Hamil was so far left he made Khruschev sound like McCarthy, but man, could that guy write love stories. Not soppy BS, but good, heart tugging love stories. The man had a wonderful way with words.
Cherry street. Good eating. A lot better than the onions and saltines they served at McSorley’s Ale House. We used to sneak our girlfriends in and begin our pub crawls back in the daze!
Cherry St. was near Knickerbocker village. The Rosenbergs lived there. The spies.