Signed, Epstein's Mother

I loved “Welcome back, Kotter.” It was a show about Brooklyn public school kids that ran when I was a Brooklyn public school kid, it was populated with what I later realized were Jungian archetypes of Brooklyn high school kids (and teachers), and some of its best characters were people you never saw onscreen.

Like Epstein’s mother.

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Nine Eleven

Is there anyone in New York who does not remember what they did that day?

A few minutes after nine in the morning, as I drove to Brooklyn Hospital, I rounded the curve on the Belt Parkway where it sweeps past Owl’s Head Park and came face to face with a column of smoke. The traffic was moderate, many cars having pulled over, drivers and passengers watching in shock. I drove on.

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