Tag Archives: memoir
Hanging Myself On The Telephone
For a few years, off and on when I needed to make money, I would sit in the basement of a brownstone in Brooklyn and answer phones, pretending to be other people. It wasn’t as exciting, or demeaning, as, say, … Continue reading
A Season In Coat Check
“Say, remember that episode of ‘Seinfeld’? With George and the tip jar?”* I automatically winced every time I heard that reference. It was usually uttered, a bit too exuberantly, sometimes punctuated by a guffaw, by a middle-aged gentleman — and … Continue reading
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Tagged coat check, jobs I've held, memoir, the working class, this thing needs an editor, tips, too long for a blog post!
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