Blissville: A memoir (Installment 7)


“It’s a concepto among Latin peoples,” Tito tells me. He is trying to explain the mutterings between the guys who huddle together nightly a few doors down. Our little block once was quiet at night. Then one day, seemingly out of nowhere, they appeared with their boasts, guffaws, groans, and rattling beer bottles. It doesn’t help that our bedroom window overlooks the street.

The Daily Photo, December 27, 2010

Ben Lozovsky telephone booth

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Blissville: A memoir (Installment 5)


The more problems, the better. That’s what Tito says. He claims he loves problems. That was what he did best at his old job in the port, where he had to decide where to dock a given ship, when to unload its cargo, and how to get it all done within the shortest time possible, in time for the next ship and its precious perishables.

Blissville: A memoir” (Installment 4)

photos by Rebecca Cooney

“Venga conmigo a la lavandería y para comprar fruta.” Come with me to the laundromat and to buy some fruit. “Y para una tarjeta.” And a phone card. How romantic these chores sound in Spanish. But I loathe errands almost as much as I hate cleaning.