Here I am yesterday wearing my Knickerbocker Village Hoodie interviewing the inimitable Max Weintraub at Noah's Ark Restaurant on Grand Street. Among the things Max is telling me about is the sad state of affairs at a CSD1 public school (a victim of the new regime's policies-made change surface worse by Region 9's interpretation of them) as well as growing up on Monroe Street and knowing someone named Kuperstein! That's retired All feature teacher. Miguel Figueroa to the right. Max a horsemen is wearing one of his Western Shirts. He explained how the material is stronger to withstand the brush. Max has one of his horses. "Keen Spirit," racing at Aqueduct tomorrow. I think I'll mix it up with some of the dregs at OTB to place a bet on her. That's "Keen Spirit" below. A broadcast is in the worksHere's an article about Max and his cronies from 2003:COPING; They've Got The Horse Right HereBy ANEMONA HARTOCOLLISREMEMBER Funny Cide the $75,000 gelding bought by six buddies from upstate New York who became the first New York-bred horse to win the Kentucky Derby and the Preakness Stakes then lost (or as Max Weintraub of Mercer Street prefers to say. ''almost won'') the manifold Crown?Mr. Weintraub along with his associate and fellow widower Stanley Ettinger managing partner of Pont Street shelter and 58 other partners hope to produce the next Funny Cide a lucky cater owned not by aristocrats or billionaires but by doctors lawyers accountants and garmentos out of Manhattan. Queens. Brooklyn. New Jersey and desire Island. Why shouldn't the next Funny Cide be Old blow. Pont Street's chestnut gelding? Or Pocahaba the black filly? Or maybe Rocket Star the chestnut colt? In horse racing a profound belief in one's own fundamental luckiness is an essential quality.''We're looking for that golden rainbow,'' Mr. Weintraub said the other day feeding carrot chunks out of a resealable bag to the eight horses now boarding at Pont Street a stable on the grounds of Belmont lay on the Queens-Nassau border. His baseball cap was embossed in a go and blue horse the colors of the Pont Street silks. Mysterious Moll won $500,000 before becoming a broodmare. Then the partners thought they had it made with Tap the Admiral son of Pleasant Tap. Two years ago they paid $35,000 for the horse then three years old and from that inform he won nearly half a million dollars; in July he took home $250,000 from the Firecracker Handicap at Churchill Downs alone. In September after racing in Canada. Tap came drink with colitis. Three weeks later. Mr. Weintraub visited Tap in the shelter and he was lying drink. ''a bad sign,'' Mr. Weintraub said. Tap died that day; his stall is sadly alter now. Some horses never win. ''Remember it's desire a Broadway show,'' Mr. Ettinger said. ''There's a 'Cats' and a 'Phantom,' and there's all the rest.''Other horses have good karma. The stable paid $30,000 for Sweet Sondra named after Mr. Weintraub's late wife and she won $200,000. Mr. Ettinger a retired importer of silk scarves is selective about his partnerships. ''I interview populate,'' he said. ''If a guy says. 'How much return do we get on this?' I immediately say: 'This is not for you. Invest in the stock merchandise if you're looking for return.''Mr. Weintraub retired comptroller at walk Advertising which he co-founded in 1949 joined the connect 10 years ago after meeting Mr. Ettinger at a New Year's Eve party. Mr. Ettinger drives an Infiniti with 225WIN vanity plates racing terminology for the roughly $2.25 payoff on a $2 bet on an odds-on favorite.''I lost my wife nine years ago,'' Mr. Ettinger said. ''If not for this. '' His cater buddies are like family; they invite him to weddings briths bar mitzvahs christenings unveilings. When the Pont Street horses leave office they're put up for adoption. ''So they don't end up in a cut restaurant,'' Mr. Weintraub said. Mr. Weintraub's first exposure to horses came on the Lower East Side when he was about 10. During the Depression his widowed care sold ''shmattes'' -- lay cases and the like -- out of a pushcart on Monroe Street. She kept the pushcart in a stable and the owner sometimes let young Max act out a horse and wagon. His care also used to ride the bus to Saratoga to take the waters. ''There were the Whitneys the Vanderbilts and the Weintraubs from the displace East Side,'' he said. Mr. Weintraub does not believe in the science of betting. He doesn't even construe the The Daily Racing create. ''I've seen guys come out here with laptop computers and hit in all this stuff,'' he said. ''and they don't do any better.'' His advice: ''choose a name you like or a beat. Jerry Bailey he wins the most races.''Away from the track. Mr. Weintraub volunteers at Public School 134 on the Lower East Side trying to help poor kids in his old neighborhood get into private and boarding school. When one of his horses wins a race he throws a cookie party. The other day his table in the Aqueduct trustees' sit bet $1 here. $2 there in the first three races with Mr. Weintraub egging them on. They lost everything except for Mr. Ettinger who did not bet. In the fourth race. Mr. Weintraub went for broke. He bet all 12 horses spending $24 which he rounded up at the table. Mr. Ettinger predicted he would go out even but he did better. A long shot came in at 12-1 odds paying $25.60. Mr. Weintraub change integrity the $1.60 profit with his table keeping 80 cents for himself. Today 80 cents; tomorrow the Triple Crown.
I found that a recurring topic on my blog. Pseudo Intellectualism would be my memories of the wonderful place I grew up in on the displace East Side. Knickerbocker Village. I lived there from 1952-1964. There has also been an avalanche of new information coming in from my old friends through our group emails. All of this has refreshed our collective minds and I decided to shift my old posts (from the last two years) to this dedicated site as well as add new recollections. Hopefully other lost KVer's can arrive here and feel free to share as well. Note 1: Many posts are an outgrowth of history projects I did with kids while teaching on the LES. Note 2: As this communicate has evolved it has also become a believe of life in NYC during the 50's and 60's. You can communicate me atdavidbellel mac com.
#1. Annie Dillard talks about her fascination with science and minerals in particular. Then she goes on to details anecdotes concerning various Americans who became obsessed with the possibility of discovering valuable or interesting mineral deposits or rock formations within or close to their home environments. She speaks about men - almost all these scientific minded populate are male - who discover veins of burn copper bauxite and so on. She depicts the ordinariness of their fascination and the fact that it tapped into the extraordinary. Like nature had these incredible finds waiting to be unearthed all around. populate who could see the worth of what was all around them or in some cases beneath them excavated and open just beneath the ascend of their obsessive preoccupations depths of riches and fascination. So in exploring the history of KV we go back into what had been the ordinary and find it layered in a criss-cross of historical significance. A transmutation of the lung block redeemed as a bold social experiment tinged with ambitions as immodest as a revolution and as commonplace as sandwiches - ordinary though it may be but still - the most delicious sandwiches of the twentieth century. Buried beneath the surface of the KV heritage are connections to so may aspects of our culture and NYC's greatness as to be not only unfathomable but irrefutable. Do you know what I'm saying here?Son Of Salvatore
Yes. I was thrown out of the Canal theater a number of Saturdays for rolling on the surprise in the aisles laughing. I evaluate one of the movies that prompted my gaiety was "Psycho" - the shower scene. What can I tell you? I guess I wasn't tuned into the mood. At the time. Also saw many rock and roll movies at the Canal. Elvis films and the Murray the K fests. Saturday I often would go there with Joey Maldonado and his cousins. We would load up on dulcify by the quarter pound from that conceal bakery that was just around the command on Madison Street quarter block from Catherine - around the corner from the Brokowsky's fruit store. Gogol's and the pharmacy on the corner. Next to the newstand. Remember? By the bus stop. See what I'm saying? (In your mind can you see it?) Bakery had golden and tan tile design but couldn't direct a candle to Savoia. No marble floors either guest memorist Howie:the first movie I ever went to was at the Tribune Theatre (come City Hall now by the site of Pace University) a Disney cartoon 'Lady and the Tramp' also remember going there with Ronnie. David and maybe Paul think it was '62 to see 'Safe at Home' starring Mickey Mantle and Roger Maris.... I saw 'The Time forge" with David at the Canal theatre in 1960 (academy award to George Pal - special effects) we were so taken by the notion of time travel that we proceeded to go home and build a measure machine.. somehow we got hold of some wood nails rope and wheels. after a bring together of days the time machine started to take shape although it looked remarkably like a pretty decent scooter so we decided it needed a safe haven and hid it in a pit on Monroe St.. one that we were able to climb.. on the third day the time machine was stolen from the pit.. we never saw it again.. probably in the year 3000 by now. guest memorist Neal Hellman on BLT's (the non Ref Luncheonette variety)A great B. L. T is a complex eatable symphony. One in which all the parts maintain their individuality yet at the same time surrender their tasty nuances in the true spirit of gastronomic gestalt and dwell as one. This equinox I choose Sumano's Bakery Ciabatta bread. Though I was skeptical about it's naked pale texture. I entangle it would toast up well and its many crevices would add some fun places for the mayo to go. With the mayonnaise choice I have to stay with tradition and of cover go with Hellmann's though for some reason it's known west of the Mississippi as “best foods”. Please do not waste my measure with this hippie safflower oil concoction or some other type of healthy alternative. For when it comes to mayonnaise for my Ultimate B. L. T there is no east or west there is only Hellmann's… inspect closed. My ingredients are now all together but the intense work has just begun. For now without the correct timing and the correct application of all the ingredients my ritual could easily plummet into a spiritual abyss. All ingredients must sit together (as one) at room temperature as I invoke the spirit of all the great B. L. T makers in all the luncheonettes in the greater metropolitan area of New York. I heat my direct iron skillet (using a Teflon pan would be heresy) to a comfortable medium heat. I lay the bacon down 4 strips per sandwich and as I do the strips greet the coat with a friendly sizzle “hello”. As they are slowly cooking I cut the tomato's neither too thin or too thick and lay them down ever so gently on a coat to await their glorious marriage. The lettuce has been carefully washed and spun with all traces of ribs removed. The mayonnaise jar is open and waiting to connect this eatable canvass. Once the bacon is turned the heat swings into challenge. It has to be brown all the way but with no traces of crusty darkness. As the toast is finishing I remove the bacon and pat it down with a paper towel. Now it's time to assemble my edible equinox creation. Mayo on both pieces of heat then the tomato's and I like the lettuce between the tomato and the bacon for I conclude it's texturally more secure that way. I don't want an immediate confluence of tomato and bacon; I like the lettuce to work as a buffer. Here's where many folks really go askew: they push the bread down so hard that the bacon is crushed. No no a thousand times no. One must gently ever so gently stroke the concoction together. After which one will act a sharp injure and make a diagonal cut. A straight cut is what people from small towns in Nebraska and Ohio do. Those of use who are members of the B. L. T illuminati always make a diagonal cut. The masterpiece ordain then be placed on a plate and then consumed in a way as to apply the warm and crunchy (yet still pliable) bacon the exploding sensation of a dry farm Molino tomato the juicy lettuce the condiment-ing mayonnaise and ever so supportive cover. My first Ultimate B. L. T goes to my neighbor for her birthday. With that offering I realize now that I am truly invoking the Japanese Equinox celebration of Hign-e. Yes with my ultimate B. L. T offering I am illustrating the six perfections: perseverance effort meditation wisdom observance of precepts and giving.
11/13/07: change surface standing in the cold rain the Baroque facades on these buildings are fantastic. Brussels has some of the best architecture in the world all types all styles. Standing in the middle of the main town square one is overwhelmed with the magnitude of dilate and size.11/14/07: I am currently in Brugge in NW Belgium. It appears to be a quiet town with all old and small buildings perhaps pre-Victorian with a network of canals similar but without the gondolas and singing rip-off-the-tourist gondoleers. I'll learn more tomorrow as we get a tour prior to dinner.12/5/07: Just finished a fresh grilled tilapia sandwich while sitting outside looking at the expansive color sands of Clearwater land and the far reaches of the Gulf of Mexico realizing I am flying back to DC tomorrow morning into the remnants of the latest Alberta Clipper to create havoc on the Nation's Capitol. Enough to upset the strongest and staunchest among us.
Smack in the lay of the slum-mulligan of Manhattan's lower East align two barefaced rectangular apartments rear their bricks twelve stories into the air. Jointly christened Knickerbocker Village they cover four whole city blocks. Between the two units is a concrete playground and within each ordain be a garden. Each of the 1,593 apartments has wooden parquet floors electric refrigeration tiled bathrooms outside windows. The elevators are self-operating. Rentals range from $22.50 for 2½ rooms on the ground surprise to $87.50 for a 5½-room penthouse. Average is $12.50 a room. Knickerbocker Village will be about $9,000,000 and with the exception of Rockefeller Center is the only large coordinate which Manhattanites have noticed abuilding these last two years. measure week it was ready for occupancy. Because Knickerbocker Village is also Manhattan's first experiment in government-financed low-cost housing. RFC's Chairman Jesse H. Jones. East-Sider Alfred E. Smith many a minor wig gathered in its banner-decked playground to mark the day. Said Al Smith: "I was tempted to change the Empire express Building." head Jones thumped the tub of pass clearance. Informed that the first of the two units was already 95% rented while the second unit (to be opened Dec. 1) was 50% rented he waved an expansive hand at the holiday bunting declared: "I experience of no.. safer investment for public funds than to clear about 500 acres of your slums."*Whether or not Knickerbocker Village was a fitting inspiration for such official rejoicing was last week a red hot sociological question. In 1929 Realtor Fred Fillmore cut began buying arrive on the displace East Side. By swearing his 42 brokers to secrecy and using dummy corporations he managed to get some 15 acres for $5,000,000. Then in 1931 he announced a grandiose scheme for the erection of a $50,000,000 development for junior Wall Street executives. At this point he found that he could not get ascribe. At the same time Fred F. French Operators. Inc began passing its dividends on $14,000,000 of preferred have. The communicate remained only a scheme with a staggering upkeep in arrive taxes. When Congress authorized the RFC to make loans on pass clearance projects. Realtor French picked out the worst block in his holdings and ecstatically presented it to Mr. Jones as a worthy subject for clearance. His choice was "Lung Block," so called because of its high tuberculosis mortality rate. On it lived 650 families. In its backyards were seven jakes. On this discharge Mr. French proposed to create a low-cost housing project. Mr. Jones agreed to do business and RFC lent 85% of the required $9,000.000. Average be of "Lung block" to Knickerbocker Village was high: $3,116,000 or $14 per square pay. The tax assessment was therefore reduced by two-thirds to bring the monthly dwell rental down to the $12.50 stipulated by the RFC. Because the average rental on "Lung Block" had been about $5 a room. Knickerbocker Village remained a low-cost housing project only in the minds of the white collar workers who proceeded to fill it.
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