About to hit the 14th New York anniversary, the streets are bitter cold and everyone is getting ready to enter the Year of the Ram. It would give Mr. Fraker agita to hear it, but I’m working in the Education Department at the Tenement Museum. I married a lovely lady with short hair and a hunting license, Brenna Farrell. She works in Public Radio, so we’re basically Vanderbilts. Tom Bouman has moved out of the city, so The Flanks (a fine country band) are on a hiatus. I manage to be in one or two (bad) plays a year. We have a young jocular baby named Marty, named after my jocular father who passed away last Halloween, and we are having a grand old winter full of pool, beer, and ambulations across the Williamsburg Bridge. If you’re in lower Manhattan, drop by for a chat about NYC history.
Nick Capodice
1997
