Did this really happen or was it a dream?
Everyone comes from somewhere. I come from Brooklyn and The Village Voice.
The Voice was where I discovered I could actually be a writer and that I loved journalism.
Below are a few of my favorite pieces. (This page was thrown up kind of quickly, but I hope to come back to add some details and stories.)
But let's start with a little fun.
Everyone comes from somewhere. I come from Brooklyn and The Village Voice.
The Voice was where I discovered I could actually be a writer and that I loved journalism.
Below are a few of my favorite pieces. (This page was thrown up kind of quickly, but I hope to come back to add some details and stories.)
But let's start with a little fun.
The Veggies were the Voice's infamous softball team. We played on Central Park's Great Lawn (yes, it was that important that we travelled uptown). We were obnoxious as hell and a dynasty in the Publisher's League. Lots of history was made beating Time Magazine, The New York Times, Harpers, etc. We even made it to the NY Post's Page 6.
Wow! That's me in an original Mark Alan Stamety!
The wonderful and talented Tom McGovern took the photograph around the corner of the Voice on the cement of 13th Street.
And I must say, that Veggie Prom was some party.
Wow! That's me in an original Mark Alan Stamety!
The wonderful and talented Tom McGovern took the photograph around the corner of the Voice on the cement of 13th Street.
And I must say, that Veggie Prom was some party.
"Light shines through the dirty skylights and the heavy open doors, now rotting off their hinges. Ira Stolzenberg, 41 flirts and jokes with the elderly Jewish and Hispanic women who stop by his fish stand in the Esses Street Retail Market to pick up their fresh halibut and cod two or three times a week. They blush and .....
Andrew Lichtenstein, an incredible photographer took these fantastic photos.
Andrew Lichtenstein, an incredible photographer took these fantastic photos.
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The Voice's 10 Worst Landlord Feature
Investigates Coop Sponsors. When a landlord got a call from the Village Voice they shook in their crooked boots. They ignored the voices of their tenants who were suffering with crumbling ceilings, chipped paint, no heat or hot water, roaches, mice, you name it and we tried to investigate the problems, the landlords, the kinds and numbers of violation and shed light on these misanthropes The Voice's 10 Worst Landlord Pieces were no messing around and often the one thing that would get to city's attention to force the landlords to clean up their buildings. At least we hoped. Danny Green and I had the privilege of turning that noose on the 10 Worst Co-op Sponsors, and boy were they rotten. They weren't the horrible landlords who let ceilings crumble on top of a baby's crib and mice and roaches run rampant in their buildings but they took hopeful, would-be apartment owners for everything they had. They'd often wine and dine the women and resell that one apartment to sometimes seven different people taking the life saving's and home ownership dreams with them. |
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Some more fun! Above photo some years later at the Voice reunion game.
