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In the neighborhood.

My grandfather’s X-ray identification card.

All-time greatest bumper sticker I’ve ever seen. Bonus points for putting it over the gas tank instead of on the bumper.

Mags on the stump.

Had the good luck to see this yesterday on its last day at the Irish Rep. Incredible. One of the best theater experiences of my life. Only wish I’d been able to see the other two plays in the O’Casey Cycle.

Model of the set for the Sean O’Casey Cycle at the Irish Rep.

I used to stare at this sticker on the locker next to my grandfather’s workbench, wondering what it meant. I must not have ever asked, must have enjoyed the mystery, because it was a while before I realized it was a motor oil company. The second failed novel I wrote in my 20s was called ST. THOMAS’S PASSION because that was one thing I’d told myself these letters stood for.

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November 2, 2013William Boyle86th Street, Brooklyn, Photos Leave a comment

Taken on 86th Street in my neighborhood over the summer.

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