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Fishermen of the Hudson

On any given morning, there is a trail of fish parts and entrails leading along the Liberty State Park boardwalk on the western bank of the Hudson river. The New York City skyline glows in the Golden Hour light like a picture postcard. A fish head here – its eyes...

“Alas, Poor Alfred:” An Encomium for the Absurd

I knew him, Horatio: a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy: he hath borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is! *** MAD Magazine is gone – or at least it will be soon. The magazine announced on July 3 that it will...

That’s Some Catch, That Catch-22

Joseph Heller’s tragicomic novel Catch-22 ends on a strangely hopeful note. Having just learned that his comrade Orr, missing in action after crashing his B-25 Mitchell bomber in the Mediterranean, successfully rowed to Sweden in a life-raft, Captain Yossarian runs....

The Game

It’s late enough in the afternoon that the shadows from the New Jersey Turnpike overpass have started creeping toward the westernmost basket. It’s early enough that the five young men on the court aren’t yet thinking about wrapping up the game. They’re from the...