By Albert Samaha
By Steve Weinstein
By Devon Maloney
By Tessa Stuart
By Alison Flowers
By Albert Samaha
By Jesse Jarnow
By Eric Tsetsi
Their current dog, Milo, who is named for the protagonist in Sam's most recent novel, The Ask, has more beds around the house than Hugh Hefner—like the one upstairs in the living room, the one in their bedroom, and the one in Bob's office that's decorated with mementos of his extensive writing career: a photo of him and his breakthrough subject Muhammad Ali, a bound galley of his upcoming HarperCollins memoir An Accidental Sportswriter, a 1988–89 Emmy for The Eleventh Hour, a nightly public-affairs show he hosted on local PBS affiliate WNET. There's also a photo of Ronald Reagan at a podium; a much younger Sam sits in the foreground. Nearby, tacked to a corkboard by Bob's computer, are the phrases "THAT'S YOUR CAPE," "IGNORE THE WIND," and "MIND YOUR BUSINESS." Oh.
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It's bad enough that the CHINKYS have restaurants in every corner of the city and leave menus all over the place. I don't want them living next to us. They look at our women and smile like they're gonna get some. America is going down the toilet.
it's funny that Otto's shrunken head Steve Pang and Chinatown naive who is a Coke Dealer That sell drugs under the table at Otto's shrunken head bar would Dare to expose himself in the Village voice. Guest he needs the publicity to lure more junkies to his sleaze bag bar for for his drug dealing profits.
I'm happy to see shelter back -- but as the Executive Director of a Bronx housing group please don't forget that the folks on the low income end of the scale are increasingly living in marginal housing. I go back to "the Bronx is Burning" days. Some of what I've begun to see in the last year is as bad as what we saw back then, except way more expensive.