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...hazard an even more purple metaphor, his world had become a large cell. The bars were pinstripes. There were pinstripes on his commuter train, pinstripes on his subway, and pinstripes in his office, all reminding him of those damned pinstriped Yankees winning pennant after pennant up in the Bronx. Powers hated pinstripes and he hated the Yankees. In the early ?60s, the Yanks were the last team standing almost every year, so New York was a tough town for a Sox fan to be in-as it would be, and for all the same reasons, for us in the 1980s...
...Apple. When I volunteered to write this piece for The Crimson two months ago, I imagined I would tell people of the joys of hearing Roy Hargrove at the Village Vanguard, of seeing a Broadway show, of watching the recently surging Yankees play ball in the Bronx. Instead, I’ve fashioned the archetype of a writer’s home, the idyllic place of no distractions. I have no TV. I connect to the Internet by stealing wireless bandwidth from my neighbors. I’ve even limited myself to a strict budget so that my diet consists...
...past two weeks, I’ve spent the majority of my evening commute home stuck in traffic. Each day, the 20-minute drive down the stretch of the West Side Highway separating my house in the Bronx from midtown Manhattan turns into an hour-and-a-half of slow moving frustration...
...right to work sandhogging for 75¢ a day plus three hots and a cot. He soon discovers that he is restricted to the construction camp because the nearby Hudson River town of Beacon, N.Y., does not want muddy foreigners on its streets. Later Morrisons dig water tunnels in the Bronx. Owney's granduncle Jack stays above ground to work as a messenger for an influential Irish lawyer. One of Jack's jobs is to deliver expense money to William Butler Yeats, then staying at the attorney's (would you believe?) 30-room Manhattan apartment. Jack has sticky fingers; he usually...
Rosenthal's retirement closes a chapter in one of the most extraordinary success stories in American journalism. The son of a Belorussian-born house painter, Abraham M. Rosenthal grew up in the Bronx and attended City College of New York. He started working for the Times as a $12-a-week campus stringer in 1943 and went on to become one of the paper's most celebrated foreign correspondents. His sensitive, flavorful dispatches from India, Poland and Japan made A.M. Rosenthal a familiar byline and won him a Pulitzer Prize...