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Date: | Mon, 10 Sep 2001 10:35:45 -0400 |
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Sounds like Billy's kind of place.
Met History wrote:
> ...John McNulty, often set his New Yorker stories of the 1940's and 1950's in
> Costello's bar, at Third Avenue and 44th Street. In "Two Bums Here Would
> Spend Freely Except for Poverty", he wrote:
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> "Each man makes himself into an island, standing in front of the bar, and
> everyone keeps a space on each side of him the way water is on the sides of
> islands.... Each of them keeps staring into the mirror in back of the bar
> and saying to himself 'Look at you, you'll never amount to anything. You
> went to school and gerw up and everything and now look at you, you'll never
> amount to anything.' Old veteran Third Avenue bartenders call this fighting
> the mirror, and they all think it is very bad for a man."
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> Best, Christopher
--
F. Mitchener Wilds, Senior Restoration Specialist
Restoration Branch
State Historic Preservation Office
919/733-6547
http://www.hpo.dcr.state.nc.us
***My opinions may not be those of my agency.***
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