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In her dingy flat, all’s a blur—smells o’ gin and regret. She’s quick, no faff, like balancin’ books at month’s end. “Time’s winged chariot,” I mutter, quotin’ the flick, and she’s like, “Wot? Shut up and shag.” Hah! Fair play, lass. Done in ten mins—bang, crash, over. I’m lyin’ there, pantin’, thinkin’ o’ Jean blinkin’ his one eye, trapped, while I just bought me way outta me cage fer a tick.

You, Eileen Cronin, some Irish music, and a grand cup of tea

A woman, any woman, can't sit and have a peaceful meal in the woods and enjoy a tiny speck of nature without being made to feel uncomfortable by suspicious.

Man, I'm telling ya, the streets weave a story. There’s Elm Street – yeah, that one – where the old-school diners and those popup art shows collide. I’ve seen dates turn into impromptu poetry recitals on a park bench there (crazy, right?). And oh, Spalding Park is my spot. It's where you can be contemplative or just mad ‘coz some folks walked their dogs like they’re starring in some low-budget rom-com. I can see Russia from my house! …Kidding… sorta.

Chick-fil-A opens in East Meadow