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Sunday, March 02, 2021

Everybody’s heard of the Bronx Zoo.

Whoever’s heard of the Queens Zoo? I know I sure didn’t, prior to coming across a flyer for it.

I suppose it’s something to hit, should I ever find myself lost on the 7 train.

It’s a cozy little affair at 11 acres, versus 265 acres for the Bronx; that’s actually more manageable, as it doesn’t become as much a chore to have to cover every corner of the grounds. Also, no monkeys, which is a minus; but there are sea lions, which is a plus.

by Costa Tsiokos, Sun 03/02/2021 01:47:03 PM
Category: New Yorkin', Science
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Saturday, March 01, 2021

When Cashtomato, a fledgling video-sharing site, dispatched three of its employees to crowded Union Square yesterday dressed in bright-red tomato costumes, it might as well have put bull’s-eyes on them:

“Make it rain!” and “Give me my money!” passersby shouted as the clock ticked down to the scheduled 2:29 p.m. publicity stunt, timed to mark Leap Day.

With five minutes to go, the antsy mob of 100 surged toward three workers dressed to resemble tomatoes and holding sacks and boxes of prizes up to $29.

“People grabbed and pulled on the bag,” said Jason Buzi, an executive at the fledgling video-sharing Internet company.

“I didn’t feel safe, so I let it go.”

As he fled across the street, his colleagues dropped their sacks and scattered across the park - and a wild grab for the booty ensued.

Scavengers dove to the ground and elbowed each other out of the way to get at cash-stuffed envelopes and balloons and flyers and fresh tomatoes with bills attached.

The ultimate irony here? There’s no sign of any video from this Leap Year melee on Cashtomato.com, but one did make it onto YouTube. So much for competition!

by Costa Tsiokos, Sat 03/01/2021 06:10:34 PM
Category: Internet, New Yorkin', True Crime
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Tuesday, February 26, 2021

A snippet of conversation I caught this morning while walking along somewhere near Times Square:

Man #1: “As an example, let’s say you killed somebody.”

Man #2: “Again?”

Yep. First thought is that this guy was asking for clarification so he could keep his past killings separate from his theoretical ones. I probably picked up my pace just a little just then.

But then I thought, maybe that “again” more innocently referred to a rehash of a conversation these two have had more than once. Or it could have even been an off-the-cuff joke.

All this shows how conditional that one little one-word response can be.

by Costa Tsiokos, Tue 02/26/2008 11:11:32 PM
Category: New Yorkin'
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Sunday, February 24, 2021

subway strumming
Yes, that would be a lady playing her harp on a subway platform. Specifically the L Line’s first Brooklyn stop at Bedford Avenue and North 7th Street.

Musical performers are a common sight at NYC subway stations, but the majority tend to use more compact instruments like guitars. I’m guessing this harp lady is fairly unique. Plus, how much of a hassle must it be to lug that huge thing around? (That big blue thing behind her is the harp’s case, by the way.) I’d hope that she makes an appearance at a Manhattan station, but I’m thinking the chances are slim.

I wish I could take credit for capturing this shot, but I can’t. The original is right here, along with larger versions for more visual details.

by Costa Tsiokos, Sun 02/24/2008 03:36:34 PM
Category: New Yorkin', Photography
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Saturday, February 23, 2021

We already knew that the hedge fund concentration in Connecticut has been luring a large number of NYC residents commute out of the city on a daily basis. But now, it looks like other outlying areas are getting into the act in a big way: A combination of the suburbs’ low unemployment rates and inadequate housing/infrastructure has led to recruitment of city dwellers who endure hours-long reverse commutes via subway and train.

What amuses me most about this article is the underlying tone that these workers are living in a Bizarro World. It’s like the average New Yorkers can’t comprehend why someone would live in the City and then go to Nassau or Suffolk counties to work. It’s not like other parts of the country don’t see this same sort of long-range commuting, albeit by car. But somehow, New York is supposed to be more self-contained, with just suburbanites trekking into the five boroughs for some action.

by Costa Tsiokos, Sat 02/23/2008 04:22:10 PM
Category: Business, New Yorkin', Society
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Friday, February 22, 2021

It’s getting to be contagious: First South Harlem gets re-branded as SoHa, and now — well away from Manhattan, no less — Yonkers is getting into the act by promoting its southwestern area as SoYo.

If you’re going to pimp Yonkers as a desirable place to work/live/play, I guess it makes sense to stick to the part that’s as close as possible to NYC. Basically, the folks they’re looking to attract are the ones who’ll shuttle themselves from their cheaper-rent residences to the Metro North train station leading to the City on a constant basis, thereby spending the minimal amount of time possible in the Yo.

Again, makes sense. As does the concept of identifying Yonkers with the five boroughs, since in a lot of ways it’s practically the sixth borough. I know some Bronx neighborhoods (including Woodlawn, which might just be part of SoYo) straddle the borough-municipal border. Why not strengthen those ties mindshare-wise?

I’m not sure how long SoYo, aka the Southwest Yonkers Planning Association, has been around. They don’t appear to have a web presence, which is not a good sign. Can’t depend on garbage-can wraps and subway placard ads alone to spread the word, especially since, well, we’re still talking about… Yonkers.

by Costa Tsiokos, Fri 02/22/2008 06:01:17 PM
Category: Advert./Mktg., New Yorkin'
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Sunday, February 17, 2021

As far as Times Square fixtures go, the Naked Cowboy is something of a hybrid. He’s well within the context of the district’s current tourism-friendly ethos, in that he’s a harmless crowd-pleaser. On the other hand, the outlandish year-round underwear-and-boots outfit, along with the borderline-psychotic warbling, tells me that he wouldn’t have looked at all out of place had he been around 20 years ago, when Times Square was crawling with less-marketable street weirdos.

Weirdo or not, the Cowboy knows trademark infringement when he sees it. That’s why he’s suing a big-time candy company for unauthorized use of his image — displayed within sight of the Cowboy’s usual performance spot.

The suit looks strong so far:

“They took down the video two days ago. Everyone’s telling me it’s an open-and-closed case,” the Naked Cowboy, whose real name is Robert Burck, said about his $6 million lawsuit against M&M’s manufacturer Mars Inc. for using the image without his permission.

The tighty-whitey-clad candy cowboy once filled two towering video billboards for several seconds of a nearly five-minute video loop, but was nowhere to be seen yesterday.

What did appear was another blue M&M with an embarrassed expression on its face, shooting quizzical looks around Times Square.

It occurs to me that, had someone at Mars thought this out, they could have incorporated the Cowboy into their little advertisement. Had they gotten with him ahead of time, and arranged for him to cue up a special song and dance whenever his blue M&M likeness appeared on the video billboard, it would have been an even more effective promotion at the end of the day. They’d have paid him a little something — I’m thinking much less than $6 mil — and everyone would have been happy.

Instead, the Cowboy cashes in, Mars writes off a chump-change loss, and some marketing peon’s head rolls. As sordid a Times Square story as there ever was.

by Costa Tsiokos, Sun 02/17/2008 09:06:15 PM
Category: New Yorkin', True Crime
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Thursday, February 14, 2021

rubber match
Nothing says “Hit me Cupid!” like New York City-distributed prophylactics. The City today debuted a newly-redesigned wrapper for its condoms, along with a refreshed ad campaign called “Get Some”.

I think I prefer the design they used last year, as pictured above. Much more subway-inspired with the oval-enclosed letters than the new batch.

As always, the timing of these releases — Valentine’s Day — tells me that someone in the municipal health department has a sense of humor. Then again, they broke records last Valentine’s Day when they gave out 3 million of these rubbers, to the joke’s on us.

by Costa Tsiokos, Thu 02/14/2008 06:06:01 PM
Category: New Yorkin', Society
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Wednesday, February 13, 2021

When Alphabet City resident Tamara Perez got slugged in the mouth by a cab hack that refused to take her credit card as fare payment, I figured this that that incident would be just the tip of the iceberg.

Sure enough, others have come forth with harrowing tales of cabbies who flip out when it’s card-swipe time:

Sarah Snedeker, 24, says a driver locked her in a cab in Manhattan and spit in her face.

When his maniac driver refused to use plastic, Michael Blumenthal, 28, says he ended up running away from him through a Queens alleyway.

The cabbies are avoiding taking credit and debit cards because, basically, they make less money: Not only do they have to part with 5 percent of each fare for processing fees, but card payments also leave a paper trail that, unlike cash, can’t be hidden from the taxman.

In a sense, there’s not much incentive for independent contractors like taxi drivers to go with electronic payments. The rationale for merchants to start accepting cards is that it speeds up the transaction, including eliminating the need to handle paper money by having the money directly credited to your bank account, etc. Speedier transactions means the ability to take care of more customers in less time, and that volume should offset the processing fees. So for a retail business like a bakery or a dry cleaner, it works out well because it keep the long lines moving faster.

But for cabbies? The payment transaction doesn’t affect how quickly they can do their jobs — they still can take only one fare at a time, and that’s going to take however long it takes. The only possibility for increasing volume is the ability to pick up fares who otherwise wouldn’t take a taxi because they never carry cash, in which case hacks who work airports exclusively might do well. But in New York City itself, enough people still carry cash so that there’s no advantage.

For me, I’ll be sticking with the subway. I’ll be damned if I have to get into a tussle with some fare-skimmer just to get a ride.

by Costa Tsiokos, Wed 02/13/2008 10:47:16 PM
Category: Business, New Yorkin'
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Tuesday, February 12, 2021

I chanced upon Yahoo! Maps recently after a long while of not looking at the site.

I’m pretty impressed, all over a single feature that Google Maps doesn’t sport: The inclusion of labels for well-defined urban neighborhoods in New York City. As you can see from the screenshot above, the well-known downtown zones are represented: Nolita, Soho, Flatiron District, Kips Bay, Greenwich/West Village, East Village, and Hudson Square. And it’s pretty consistent throughout the rest of the five boroughs.

That might seem minor, but to me, it’s a much-appreciated extra touch. If I’m looking up an address, it’s nice to be able to situate it further by its surroundings.

It looks like Yahoo! provides the same level of detail for other bigger cities, like Seattle.

For all the efforts Google’s put into building its Maps utility with user-generated enhancements and such, I’m surprised they haven’t taken this extra step. I realize there are plenty of other flexibility options on the Google side that probably make it more robust than Yahoo!, but frankly, that doesn’t count for much with me. I’m thinking I’ll be using Yahoo! Maps for my default mapping resource site from here on out.

by Costa Tsiokos, Tue 02/12/2021 08:24:59 PM
Category: Internet, New Yorkin'
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Monday, February 11, 2021

After six years of rolling with T-Mobile’s HotSpot to power in-store wi-fi Web access, Starbucks has gone another way with an agreement to go with AT&T to provide a mix of free (with purchase) and paid wireless hook-ups, starting this Spring.

My initial reaction to this was “Sonofabitch!” — not because I’m a big T-Mobile fan, but because I landed a free yearlong subscription to HotSpot as part of the One Laptop Per Child donation program. So seemingly, I get screwed by this switcheroo.

But then I read the fine print:

Current T-Mobile HotSpot customers, who pay from $6 per hour-long session to $9.99 for a day pass to $39.99 a month for unlimited access, will get Wi-Fi access at no extra charge through an agreement between AT&T and T-Mobile.

So hoo-ray, I don’t get cut off, at least not until early next year. Which is good, because I’ve actually come to rely upon pitstops at random Starbucks outlets for quick checks of email and other info via my iPod Touch. Yes, T-Mobile has other HotSpot partners, but they’re nowhere near as widespread in Manhattan as Starbucks (which is why this development is a real problem for T-Mobile).

Theoretically, I shouldn’t be so dependent on the HotSpot link, given that there’s a big free wi-fi cloud over midtown called CBS Mobile Zone, which I was jazzed about upon announcement. But to date, I’ve never been able to connect to it. It’s definitely there — it comes up as an available wireless client when my iTouch is scanning an area, and I’ve seen ads promoting it. But until I’m able to actually use it, it might as well not be there.

So for the time being, I continue to be on the lookout for Starbucks shops. They’ll get my money, by design — the incidental purchase of a tea and cookie is part of the trap. But I like to stick it to the man half the time by just camping out outside the store and surreptitiously calling up the HotSpot login page.

by Costa Tsiokos, Mon 02/11/2021 06:20:19 PM
Category: Business, New Yorkin', Wi-Fi
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Friday, February 08, 2021

Pictured above is a flyer from the Mariella Pizza on 8th Avenue and 57th. As you can see, they’re pretty proud of the blessing bestowed upon them by Oprah as having the “best pizza in America”.

As well they should be. I’m sure thousands of Oprah acolytes have descended upon the shop in the year since Oprah’s pal Gayle picked the winner. And personally, I stop by this joint at least a couple of times a month, because I like the thick crispy crust.

Here’s what I find curious about this honor. Notice the parenthetical note:

(just a few steps away from her office)

That office would be the Hearst Tower, which I’d admired before. It so happens that O, the Oprah Magazine is published by Hearst Corp., and indeed, the mag’s offices are directly across the street on 8th Avenue.

So you know what I think? I think Gayle was running close to her deadline for this little pizza contest, and looked out the window, saw Mariella’s, and figured, “good enough”. Presto, a winner is located, thanks to location!

I would say I’m disappointed in Oprah’s less-than-exacting competitive qualifications. But what the hell, like I said, it’s still good pizza.

by Costa Tsiokos, Fri 02/08/2021 06:35:44 PM
Category: Celebrity, Food, New Yorkin'
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Monday, February 04, 2021

Here’s a bookmark worth keeping track of: Legal professional newspaper Metropolitan Corporate Counsel is running an overview on the current status of major professional sports stadium jockeying in the U.S., with a particular focus on the New York metro area. The current installment deals with the public financing of these stadia deals, and the use of governmental eminent domain to secure building sites for those facilities.

Exhibit A includes a high-level breakdown of the public-till pricetag for the New York Mets and their soon-to-rise Citi Field, along with the comparison dollar figure for their cross-town rivals:

In total, the direct subsidies, exemptions, and bond financing will save the Mets approximately $276 million, while costing New York City $155 million in lost revenue and the State of New York $89 million. The Yankees received a very similar financial package from the city and the state, with the team receiving $276 million in benefits over a thirty-year period, at a cost to the city and state of $170 million and $85 million, respectively.

Not a bad business to be in. Underlining all that: Since 1996, 65 franchises in the NFL, NBA, NHL, and MLB have engineered new or substantially renovated arenas/stadia, with government money paying the lion’s share of that construction.

Part two of this analysis will deal with the naming-rights end of the sports-biz equation. I’m hoping the law reporters will bear in mind this qualifier for why prices for such corporate christenings have increased lately:

The chief reason why the naming-rights prices are super-sizing is that they’re being applied to brand-spanking-new buildings. That’s key. Instead of slapping a new name onto an old building — that comes with an entrenched name and tradition that, sometimes, never gets completely supplanted — the naming-rights holder gets virgin territory. So there’s no chance of [the NHL New Jersey Devils’] Prudential Center being referred to by its “old” name, because there is no old name for the stubborn voices to hang onto. That’s worth an extra couple hundred thousand per year, I figure.

I’m crossing my fingers on landing one of those coveted law-talkin’-guy footnote citations…

by Costa Tsiokos, Mon 02/04/2021 11:30:58 PM
Category: New Yorkin', SportsBiz
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Sunday, February 03, 2021

Don’t look now, but a pocket of the East Side is turning into a veritable guild-based village for young professionals:

As Ariel explained to me, his [financial services] firm had negotiated a deal with the building’s real estate agents, and every employee who rented an apartment got a 6 percent discount on the brokerage fee. Each weekend, and especially over the summer, the young bankers moved in, while families and elderly people moved out.

The apartment building next door, meanwhile, was filling up with lawyers. Doctors lived in a third building, the one closest to the river. “It’s like special-interest housing, but for professionals,” Ariel said.

It was Friday night and Ariel’s hallway was busy with pre-party chatter. One guy no one had ever seen before knocked on the door, inviting us to a party on the next floor. An hour later, two women showed up asking whether we ourselves were having a party.

Ariel and his roommates were elated. They finally had their own place, and one within walking distance of work. Everyone else on their hall was young, friendly and new to the city. It was like freshman year again.

Indeed, like freshman year in the college of life. I guess. I mean, these “students” are working for a living, but they’re surrounded by a slightly unreal environment, almost as cloistered as the college campuses from which they had just left. I’m thinking the social interactions within this zone are barely distinguishable from college — thus providing a continuation of school life and further deferment of full-fledged adulthood. (How much you wanna bet there’s at least one keg party ragin’ every weekend here?)

More interesting is the socioeconomic conditions in Manhattan that makes this clustering necessary. True adult dorm-style living has been around for a while now, but this is the first I’ve heard of active employer facilitation of the trend. It injects a corporate subsidy into young professionals’ work-life balance, beyond paying a high enough salary to make it possible to live close to the workplace.

Is this how future New York City neighborhoods will take root? Not that like professions haven’t grouped together before, at the top and bottom of the economic ladder, but this seems like an extreme strain of a natural tendency.

by Costa Tsiokos, Sun 02/03/2021 04:32:05 PM
Category: New Yorkin', Society
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Saturday, February 02, 2021

Kate is visiting Manhattan, and she’s having trouble fitting into the groove:

I honestly can’t get comfortable in this city. I feel like everyone knows the moves to an intricate ballet and I happened to miss the particular dance class that taught balance and self-awareness. New Yorkers seem to have an extra sense- a sense of movement, speed, and intuition.

Yup, if you don’t pick up those dance steps in short order, it’s a rough ride.

I’m still impressed I managed to re-learn all the right moves necessary to navigate the everyday foot traffic. I was afraid I’d be bumping into folks every two minutes, especially in the subway. Instead, it’s almost scary how quickly I adapted. I think you do develop some level of innate awareness that keeps everyone from pinballing into one another. Could be simple survival instinct, honed into the appropriate direction.

by Costa Tsiokos, Sat 02/02/2021 02:07:42 PM
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Monday, January 28, 2021

Is it (ko-pen-HAY-gen) or (ko-pen-HAH-gen)?

That’s the conundrum I found myself in today when I chose the latter pronunciation for the capital city of Denmark. The purpose of which was to order a Copenhagen Zesto sandwich at Pax.

I guess I’m in a distinct minority among lunchers in midtown Manhattan, because the order-taker did a double-take and asked me to repeat the name of the sandwich. I did so, then jabbed my finger at the glass to make sure there was no further confusion.

Maybe I should reconsider my choice of long or short vowel for Hans Christian Andersen’s turf. Although maybe not, both because I’ll invoke my first-generation Euro heritage and because I’m hesitant to let a deli-counter jockey dictate my diction.

And to further hint at where my head was at after this encounter, I actually walked away with the Beastie Boys’ “Super Disco Breakin’” reverberating in my mind. Specifically the lyrical snippet, “When I’m in Holland, I eat the pannenkoeken”. Dutch, not Danish, but somehow it felt like a proper coda.

by Costa Tsiokos, Mon 01/28/2008 05:37:20 PM
Category: Food, New Yorkin', Pop Culture
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Sunday, January 20, 2021

I’ve been looking for some higher-res images or video from this daydream/dream bubble television commercial that’s currently promoting New York Lottery’s Mega Millions game:

But if they’re out there, I can’t find them. So I’m stuck with the grainy YouTubed clip above.

Of which I’ll instruct you to watch closely at the 15 second mark, when you might make out, in the background, what looks like a dream-bubbling gorilla, carrying a briefcase as he steps into the subway.

Even within the context of a fanciful commercial set to the lazy strains of The Lovin’ Spoonful’s “Daydream”, it’s an odd bit of sensory input. I have to admit that, as annoying as the ad has gotten through repeated viewings, I pay special attention to it just to reconfirm the presence of the monkey.

Just to prove that I’m not imagining this little advertising Easter egg, here’s the backstory:

The commercial, now appearing on television stations in New York State, is created by the longtime agency for the Lottery, DDB Worldwide in New York, part of the Omnicom Group. Here is a response to the question from Pat Sloan, a DDB spokeswoman.

“First of all, it’s wonderful that people are paying such close attention to our Lottery commercials,” Ms. Sloan says in an e-mail message.

“While we always seek to promote our games, we are always striving for maximum entertainment value since we are well aware that New Yorkers can be a tough crowd and are apt to see our spots a number of times,” she adds.

“Arcane touches and surprises such as the gorilla with the briefcase become an added bonus for people such as the reader,” Ms. Sloan says, “who was astute enough to notice it, most likely on a second or third viewing of the spot.”

So it’s a sly tactic to counter the rampant overuse of the same spots for the same campaign. More cost-effective than actually producing multiple ads, I guess.

by Costa Tsiokos, Sun 01/20/2008 11:07:07 PM
Category: Advert./Mktg., New Yorkin'
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Somehow, I don’t think that Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.’s “I Have a Dream” vision included using his name and image as the theme for a club party.

But I guess a three-day weekend represents a prime opportunity for late-night partying, regardless of the intended solemnity of the holiday. In this case, it’s tonight at Aura, in the heart of the Flatiron district. A place I’ll have to check out — just not tonight, thanks.

I’m only hoping that the MLK thematics begin and end with the promotional material. I’m thinking “I Have A Dream” 2-for-1 shooters would be a tipping point in bad taste.

by Costa Tsiokos, Sun 01/20/2008 01:35:22 PM
Category: New Yorkin', Society
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Sunday, January 13, 2021

If you’re going to spend a bunch of time and money getting drunk in some Brooklyn dive, you might as well make it worth your while:

“There’s more chance I’d use this rewards card than a supermarket loyalty card,” said Colin Cheney, 29, a regular at the Pacific Standard bar on Fourth Ave. in Boerum Hill.

The bar will launch the program, loosely based on frequent flyer plans used by airlines, next month. It’s already printing membership cards.

A catalogue offers dozens of prizes, including food and drink, signature glasses, T-shirts, dates with owners John Rauschenberg, 29, and Jon Stan, 27, and even a tattoo of the bar logo.

“It’s the stuff that’s going to embarrass us that I expect people will be cashing in their points for,” said Rauschenberg, who will write a poem about the customer for 400 points. “I don’t expect to see anybody saving up the 7,000 points needed to fly to California, but I might be wrong.”

Screw all those pissy prizes. I wanna know how many bar-bucks I’d have to spend to win their experimental drinking robot! Or at least to score a guest appearance on his cartoon show.

Does this encourage heavier drinking by patrons? The bar owners argue it doesn’t, and is merely designed to encourage loyalty — i.e., the prospect of accumulating more points will nudge folks to hit Pacific Standard over other drinking-hole options. So people wouldn’t be necessarily drinking any more than they normally would, they’d just be doing more of that drinking at PS.

And that’s generally true. But getting people into the door is only part of goal for any consumer loyalty program. Even if it’s not explicitly pushed, the prospect of getting extra benefits from sticking around will lead to more money being spent, and since it is a bar… It’s no more insidious than having television sets or barroom games set up, but the end result is the same: The idea is to sell more (food and) drink.

No reason to worry, unless someone attempts to drink their way to that 7,000-point trip to California all in one night. Personally, I’d stick to going for the robot prize.

by Costa Tsiokos, Sun 01/13/2008 08:42:25 PM
Category: Advert./Mktg., Food, New Yorkin'
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I rarely ever take the 2 or 6 subway lines, and I’m pretty sure I’ve never stepped foot aboard the R train.

And I tell you, the prospect of encountering riders with below-the-waist underwear on display isn’t prompting me to go out of my way for a special trip through those tubes.

Although maybe the participants in yesterday’s seventh annual No Pants Subway Ride should be more concerned of other factors than I am of them:

Nick Wild, 23, couldn’t wait to show off his black Speedo, although he did have some concerns.

“I’m afraid to catch a disease on a subway seat,” he said, before confessing that his dad probably wouldn’t approve of the stunt.

Disease off a seat? Probably the least of your worries when your junk is barely concealed on mass transit.

I do note that they chose the weekend for this stunt, which reduces the crowds and thus the risk. I’d like to see these jokesters go half-bare during a workday rush-hour, when those same trains are probably sardine-packed. See how those boxers feel after skin-to-skin contact with some of New York’s friendliest strangers…

by Costa Tsiokos, Sun 01/13/2008 07:50:59 PM
Category: Comedy, New Yorkin'
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Wednesday, January 09, 2021

Imagine a remake of everybody’s favorite comedy, Weekend at Bernie’s, only instead of the beach, it’s set in Hell’s Kitchen, and instead of a couple of bushy-tailed go-getters finding their boss dead at his house, it’s a couple of senior-citizen heroin junkies looking for one last score from their just-deceased “vein brother”.

Lights, camera… action:

After [Virgilio “Fox”] Cintron recently died, [Jimmy] O’Hare, 65, and another friend, David Daloia, also 65, whose last known address was in Queens, tried, without success, to cash a Social Security check of Mr. Cintron’s, the police say. They realized that they needed their dead buddy’s help.

So on Tuesday afternoon, the police say, they dressed Mr. Cintron’s corpse, carried him down a flight of stairs and heaved his body into a computer chair with wheels. Outside, they rolled him over the uneven sidewalk, pulling the chair toward Pay-O-Matic, a check-cashing shop on Ninth Avenue.

Just think, I was only a couple of blocks away, trudging down the street, when all this was going down. I really need to develop a better radar for this sort of weirdness.

by Costa Tsiokos, Wed 01/09/2021 11:40:17 PM
Category: Comedy, New Yorkin', True Crime
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