CATSKILL COMEDIANS IN THOSE GOOD OLD DAYS – Marilyn Armstrong

Maybe you remember the old Jewish Catskill comics. Some of them went back to the old days of Vaudeville. Others are more recent. A fair number are alive and well, and a surprisingly large number are still working. Except, the center of the action today is Las Vegas. Maybe the Catskills will rise again. Probably … Continue reading CATSKILL COMEDIANS IN THOSE GOOD OLD DAYS – Marilyn Armstrong

WOODCLEFT CANAL, FREEPORT, LONG ISLAND – Marilyn Armstrong

Freeport, Long Island. It's in Nassau Country, the closest county on Long Island to New York. I grew up in the city. In Queens, which is a borough of New York. Each of New York's boroughs has its own character and in many ways, is a city in its own right. Certainly, people who grow … Continue reading WOODCLEFT CANAL, FREEPORT, LONG ISLAND – Marilyn Armstrong

MY OLD NEIGHBORHOOD – Marilyn Armstrong

I grew up in a semi-rural nook in the middle of Queens, New York. The city had surrounded us leaving a tiny enclave walking distance from the subway. The house was more than a hundred years old. It had been changed by each family who had lived there, so much that I doubt the original … Continue reading MY OLD NEIGHBORHOOD – Marilyn Armstrong

HALLEY’S COMET AND THE END OF HIPPYHOOD – Marilyn Armstrong

I did take a lot of drugs … but I never considered them a “religious” or otherwise “exalted” experience. They were fun. Music was magical and just being outside and watching the stars was a glorious experience. In all those years, I never had a bad trip. But I was always careful about where I … Continue reading HALLEY’S COMET AND THE END OF HIPPYHOOD – Marilyn Armstrong

YESTERDAY WHEN MY WORLD WAS YOUNG – Garry Armstrong

No, I didn't pick the wrong day to give up sniffing glue! If you write, professionally or just for fun, you'll probably understand.  I'm trying to set down the words that have been conga dancing in my brain as I just showered and shaved. I probably shouldn't have shaved because my fingers kept poking my … Continue reading YESTERDAY WHEN MY WORLD WAS YOUNG – Garry Armstrong