AN ATTACK ON THE BRIDGE

On the night of August 24th, around 7PM as I’m entering the Williamsburgh Bridge, I see two cops at the entrance, a rarity & ask them if all is OK. “Just fine,” replies the lead. There’s a lot pedestrian traffic as it’s a nice night (this is an old pic). About 15 minutes, or halfway Read More…

THE BLACKOUT OF 1977: Remembering Dad

Forty years and a week ago, I remember being in our apartment in Brooklyn Heights. My father, Arthur Nersesian Sr., had ALS [amyotrophic lateral sclerosis, also known as Lou Gehrig’s disease] and was staying on 16th Street in Manhattan. I was in the shower when the lights in the bathroom went out. I thought he Read More…