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		<title>Comment on The Best Was the &#8220;Young&#8221; Part by czar</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 07 Oct 2008 22:26:13 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Ah, the Strand. I&#039;m not sure how long you&#039;ve been in or around New York, but as a teenager I was a denizen of the three or four huge used bookstores that used to be on Fourth Avenue, between about 10th and 13th Streets, if memory serves (the mid-70s). These places were cavernous, and by no means fancy, well-lighted, well-organized, or crowded. If you were looking, as I was at the time, for Philip Wylie fiction, you&#039;d go to the Ws under fiction and hope for some vague attempt at alphabetization. Then after looking at the first row of books on the shelves, you&#039;d pull all those off and look at the entire row of books lurking behind that row. And sometimes there&#039;d be a third row. I guess it&#039;s not really even correct to call them &quot;shelves.&quot; They were more like stacked pallets.

And I remember, also about 1976, going to J&amp;R Records on Park Row when it was (a) just a record store and (b) in the basement of one of the many storefronts it now occupies under its various guises. I was doing my usual Saturday walk up from the Staten Island Ferry, passing Ann Street in the process. I had about $80 in my pocket from a recent birthday windfall and saved-up allowance money, and I was on my way to J&amp;R to blow it all on jazz albums (@ $3.99 per). I dropped into this small used book and antique store on Ann Street that caught my eye that day (I think there was a brothel upstairs), where in the window they had an autographed copy of Walt Whitman&#039;s Leaves of Grass for $75. I thought about it for about 5 minutes, and with the lack of wisdom of youth, went around the block to purchase the coveted vinyl. Big mistake.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Ah, the Strand. I&#8217;m not sure how long you&#8217;ve been in or around New York, but as a teenager I was a denizen of the three or four huge used bookstores that used to be on Fourth Avenue, between about 10th and 13th Streets, if memory serves (the mid-70s). These places were cavernous, and by no means fancy, well-lighted, well-organized, or crowded. If you were looking, as I was at the time, for Philip Wylie fiction, you&#8217;d go to the Ws under fiction and hope for some vague attempt at alphabetization. Then after looking at the first row of books on the shelves, you&#8217;d pull all those off and look at the entire row of books lurking behind that row. And sometimes there&#8217;d be a third row. I guess it&#8217;s not really even correct to call them &#8220;shelves.&#8221; They were more like stacked pallets.</p>
<p>And I remember, also about 1976, going to J&amp;R Records on Park Row when it was (a) just a record store and (b) in the basement of one of the many storefronts it now occupies under its various guises. I was doing my usual Saturday walk up from the Staten Island Ferry, passing Ann Street in the process. I had about $80 in my pocket from a recent birthday windfall and saved-up allowance money, and I was on my way to J&amp;R to blow it all on jazz albums (@ $3.99 per). I dropped into this small used book and antique store on Ann Street that caught my eye that day (I think there was a brothel upstairs), where in the window they had an autographed copy of Walt Whitman&#8217;s Leaves of Grass for $75. I thought about it for about 5 minutes, and with the lack of wisdom of youth, went around the block to purchase the coveted vinyl. Big mistake.</p>
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		<title>Comment on Peter Greenberg by David</title>
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		<dc:creator>David</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 30 Jul 2008 19:42:50 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I like the greenberg check out his best &lt;a href=&quot;http://petergreenberg.com/2008/07/23/greatest-hits-from-peters-speeches&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;clips from his speechs&lt;/a&gt;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I like the greenberg check out his best <a href="http://petergreenberg.com/2008/07/23/greatest-hits-from-peters-speeches" rel="nofollow">clips from his speechs</a></p>
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