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Matt’s Seat

I hadn’t been to Marie’s Crisis in Greenwich Village for twelve years. I was happy to see that nothing had changed, except that I stopped after two dirty martinis instead of getting hammered on Singapore Slings. The martinis were poured so full that my Chica and I had to sip them first in order toContinue reading “Matt’s Seat”

Behind Chaplin’s Smile

I’m not old enough to have grown up with Charlie Chaplin, but my Great Grandmother was and she’s the one who introduced me to his films. When I watch Chaplin films, I’m reminded of the things in her house that were indications of the Great Depression era: crochet placemats made out of used bread wrappers,Continue reading “Behind Chaplin’s Smile”