This is the Open Site for "Fifty Years Ago Today"

Moe is going to let us park in his blog until we are big enough to get our own. Make your entries in the form of comments, and e-mail me any graphics you want asscoiated with them.

Shuggy McRandle was making his way towards the bar with the twenty clasped in his fist, which was deep in his pocket. He wasn't going to be fooled this time, and he'd have his beer before he left. Jonesy had been shadowing him since he turned on Sixth Street, and waved off two other yeggs who had caught Shugg's scent. If Doris came home to a bleeding scalp and bare feet one more time, he'd never take her sister out.

Top floor window above the Croft sign was her place. Big Gil cased the job from there. All he ever did was sit in that window and watch the street. I could see down two or three intersections towards the waterfront. Big Gil could seen locomotives on the beltline. Once the plan was hatched she never saw him again but got a nice Rogers silver set by parcel post just berfore Christmas. Quince kept the best oranges back for people he liked. Darla got the best of everything. And his mending, too. She always had two or three girls helping her, but nobody knew exactly how much they did. Darla took in and let out, just how the ladies wanted, and she taught a lot of girls how to mend quickly and strongly. She would have a few patterns going all the time, but never got busy at the season like some of her friends. She fancied hats,
and was gathering an inventory before coming out with one.

Thoughts on Preparing for Death

The best preparation for Death is Old Age. As one gets deeper in time, the disappearance of pedantically familiar people and places becomes apparent. The lessening of agility, decline of eyesight, muffled hearing, are all clues to the destination. The longer one prepares, the less abrupt the transition.

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The "Sweet Shop" on Tompkins Square Park

In 1967, this establishment operated on the west side of First Avenue, and was to my midwestern eyes an exact replica of someplace Leo Gorcey, Huntz Hall, and the rest of the Dead-End Kids hung out. They had a soda fountain, some booths, made their own candy, and served a panoply of hot and cold sandwiches, the supreme of which was The Number Eight. Triple-decker, a grilled cheese with bacon and tomato on the foundation, topped by a peanut-butter and lettuce layer. I had one or two a week before i found Katz's on Houston street, and from then it was mostly brisket on club with slaw on the sandwich.

Moe Layder's Deli Sandwiches

Tongue on rye with plenty of horseradish is where we start.