This past Sunday at Rockaway Beach, I met my first book customer: Bailey the Puppy. Bailey told me that he’d ordered River to River: New York Scenes from a Bicycle the moment after YBK published it last Thursday. He confirmed his purchase with a printout of his Amazon receipt, and paid for the book with Greenies. I was touched and gave him… Read more »
The midnight heat created a film of sweat between me and my underwear. I couldn’t take it. I began dragging my mattress toward my parent’s bedroom. With my mattress pulled around me, I squeezed through their doorway. There was no door, just a sheet tacked over the threshold. My father’s grunts and moans drowned out… Read more »
The advent of Father’s Day got me thinking. In February 1941, on a Saturday morning, my father, Robert Pryor, woke up and found his father, Thomas Pryor, drinking coffee alone in the kitchen with only the winter light coming in through the backyard window. My grandmother and uncle had left for work. Dad, 11, talked… Read more »
Last Friday, a friend invited me to go see him play the banjolele (half banjo/half ukulele) at a jam session on the Upper East Side at 10 AM. Woof! Who has a jam session at 10 AM? Who has a banjolele?? Because I have a crush on him, I said yes. I’m so so so glad that… Read more »
