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“Tommy, get my bag,” My grandmother barked. It was February 1965, I was 11.   ‘Oh, Christ,’ I thought. Slowly, I made my way through the railroad flat looking for Nan’s pocketbook. The gang box weighed more than my little brother, and when I heaved the thing up, I imagined Nan in the audience on… Read more »

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Feel like getting in the mood for Halloween? Growing up in Manhattan, I took every opportunity I could to scare myself. I loved being spooked.  I ate up every horror movie as a kid and listened to countless tall tales and read every ghost story on the planet. After all these years, there is only… Read more »