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A Boy Grew in Brooklyn
So goes the title of this memoir piece that Arthur Miller wrote for Holiday back in March of 1955:...

Ben Hogan Isn't Walking Out Of That Sand Trap
And speaking of Dan Jenkins, our pal Bryan Curtis recently profiled him for Grantland. It's worth your time:...

Kazan: An Appreciation
A few years ago there was a nice appreciation of Elia Kazan by John Lahr over at The New Yorker:...

Let's Go To The Movies
I thought of the old New Yorker theater the other day because it is where my brother and I saw Tron. Our old man dropped us off outside the theater and we asked some grown ups to get us in. Later, I saw The Rocky Horror Picture Show there. This was well past the theater's prime, but I am fortunate e...

Finishing The Hat
My father didn't own any rock records. He had original cast recordings of Broadway shows. That was his thing, that's what we heard around the house. My twin sister Sam really took to musicals. I liked some but never caught the bug. Eventually, they drove me nuts. ...

This Old Man
Nice piece by Roger Angell in the latest issue of the New Yorker:...

Sports Talk Radio: Art Rust Jr.
When I was a kid in the early 1980s, before WFAN, I listened to Art Rust Jr. talk sports on WABC radio. One day, must have been in 1981 or '82, I was home sick and I got to stay in my parents bed that afternoon. Nobody else was home. I listened to Art and was desperate to ask him a question, the mos...

The Main Ingredient: Mom's Orange Tree
In 1974, when I was three years old, my grandparents returned from a trip to Florida with a gift for my mother and my aunt. They carried it in a box, a few small branches of an orange tree. My aunt planted hers and it died almost immediately but Mom, who has a way with plants and flowers, potted the...

The Main Ingredient: Cinnamon Toast
I was in elementary school during the final sad years of my parents' marriage. We had moved out of New York City to Westchester and lived on a street that was more country than suburban. I had a friend named Kevin who lived up the road in a big, dilapidated house. He kept a water-logged copy of Hust...

The Two Rogers
Here is a memoir story I wrote last year for SB Nation. It is about my father and also about Roger Angell and Roger Kahn:...

Keef Riffhard
Here's a good piece on Keith Richards' memoir by Rich Cohen:...

