3 Photos Of My Day

From the bottom up: I went to Rockaway Beach this afternoon & fought with Poseidon, the waves were epic. Then I walked over the bridge & discovered someone had bolted a bike pump to the  Manhattan side of the Williamsburg Bridge, Lastly I stumbled across a row of sneakers someone had tossed out.

The KGB Reading Schedule 20 years ago.

Other than reading to a packed room, all I remember from this reading was that after Nick Zedd read, he said, “I’d like to thank my girlfriend!” And 2 girls different girls from different parts of the bar, simultaneously yelling back, “THANKS!”


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…

My first home

From November of 1958 until roughly June of 1968 I lived in this location. It was a rent-controlled tenement, built at the end of the 19th century. Roach and rat infested, but we called it home. We lived one block east of the ritzy Waldorf Astoria on 50th Street and 3rd Avenue — 160 East Read More…