This is Eric Mortensen's blog. He works @ Blip and lives in Brooklyn.
“It’s like a lost art,” the lieutenant said. “It’s all old-school guys who cut the pocket. They die off.” And they do not seem to be replacing themselves, he said. “It’s like the TV repairman.”
Lush workers date back at least to the beginning of the last century, their ilk cited in newspaper crime stories like one in The New York Times in 1922, describing “one who picks the pockets of the intoxicated. He is the old ‘drunk roller’ under a new name.” While the term technically applies to anyone who steals from a drunken person, most police officers reserve it for a special kind of thief who uses straight-edge razors found in any hardware store.
The Police Department does not have a rough estimate of how many lush workers are out working lushes.
It offers an exact number: 109.
That is far fewer than there once were. What do we know of these 109 criminals? All but two are men, and overwhelmingly middle-aged or older, some born in 1947, 1943, 1938 and even, in one case, 1931.
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Manhattan Mini Storage Ads
It’s important to understand that these ads aren’t stashed in some magazine somewhere. These things are everywhere, all the time. They’re on trains, phone booths and buildings.
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Ridiculous bus mishap on Houston at Lafayette. #NYC (Taken with instagram)
One World Trade Center by Mario Tama
I used to pass by WTC quite frequently. And there was never anything there. Just a hole. I don’t pass by too often these days, but when I do, it catches me off guard every time. Most of the U.S. misses those towers, but I never lived here when then existed. I made the decision to move to NYC just days after 9/11 and eight months later I was here.
There was always a hole. And now there’s not. For countless people like me, this is the first time we’ve stood at WTC and looked up. It’s the first time there’s been something to look up at. And that’s not a bad thing. It’s the future.
It’s a post-9/11 world.
[In 1982 Dan Weeks] owned a VW bus, so we mounted a Nikon F motordrive with a 250 frame back on a platform on top of the bus. Ben Porter operated the camera. Peter McNally drove the VW. He was in radio contact with Ben so they could manage the traffic flow and photograph an even sequence of shots, which was difficult on Manhattan streets, as you can imagine.
Train on street level in New York, 1934.
Freight traffic in the area began on street level in 1847, delivering dairy, meat and produce to factories and packing plants on the West Side near the Hudson River. The trains crashed so often with traffic — first carriages, then cars — that 10th Avenue was dubbed “Death Avenue.” Signalmen on horses waving red flags dubbed West Side Cowboys weren’t much help, so the tracks were elevated in 1934. (Friends of the High Line via AP)
Took a long walk today with the dog and picked up an assortment of NYC/NY State goods from Fire Island Beer Company, Ithaca Beer Company, Keegan Ales, Mast Brothers and Tierra Farms while drinking a BAO Kombucha.