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I can’t believe July is here…

Where did June go?

Time is flying by isn’t it?

I need to sit back and smell the coffee.

How come I can remember things that happened when I was 14 years-old but I can’t remember where I put my car keys last night?

I thought Mick said, “Time is on my side, yes it is?”



We’re getting there…

After numerous false starts, always trying to find that voice…

It’s almost done.

The lesson here is you don’t give up.

A hard lesson I had to learn over the years.

Been a long journey. But I think there’s a light at the end of the tunnel.

Keep your fingers crossed.

Appreciate all the support here at Container Diaries.

Thanks for reading and writing.



D-Hamill; on 10th ave



I am up, showered, and out the door by 6:30.

Places to go, people to see, food to eat and of course, coffee to drink.

It’s a gorgeous morning. Sun is out, people actually have smiles on their faces and respond when I say, “Good morning.”

Crossing the circle I think of heading into Connecticut Muffin but decide to hold off.

First stop is Terrace Bagels on Windsor and ninth.

The place has a line. People love their bagels. Guys behind the counter are hustling. If Louie the owner was around, he would be proud.

“WHO’S NEXT?” Counter guy shouts.

“Give me the Brooklyn Boy a toasted Everything bagel,” I answered.

For those who don’t know, the Brooklyn Boy is Ham and egg on a bagel.

I sit at an empty table by the window and back door. Placing my bag on the chair, people are in a rush, gotta get to work I guess. Moving quickly.

All good, I feel them. I remember those days. ┬áThat train, oh that train…

My first screw up of the trip was jumping the gun.

Counter person calls out “DAVE” sandwich was ready. I reached for it and made a mistake.

“You Dave?” he inquired.

“Oh shit, my fault,” I quickly countered placing the brown paper bag back on the counter.

Everyone waiting for their order gave me the stink eye. I felt stupid.

Dave was like, “YO BRO, THAT’S MINE.”

Finally my sandwich is ready.

Grabbing a seat, all set to dive into a real breakfast sandwich but something was missing. I need a newspaper.

Post, Daily News, Newsday…I will even settle for a New York Times.

No Rae and Otto and Jimmy’s is now closed.

Suspended operations!


“Yo, you know where I can get a newspaper?” I asked someone on their way out the door.

“No,” the guy with the suit and tie growled.

Damn dude. Sorry I asked.

The avenue needs a newsstand. In the worst way.

Great idea for a business huh? (Anyone want to back it, I’ll move back to run it) We can call it “Reds.”

We’ll sell papers, magazines, candy, soda, and we’ll even bring back the counter and make egg creams.

After I polish off my sandwich and wash it down with a bottle of water, I head up the avenue to Dunkin’ Donuts.

Passing a few people on the avenue I don’t recognize one face.

Where is everyone?

Dunkin’ Donuts is steady. Couple of people in-line. Donuts looking good but I can’t be messing with them.

I order a large coffee, milk and three splenda and grab a seat by the window; great view of the avenue.

Wi-Fi is kicking. What would I do without it?

I’m in my glory.

“Coffee light and sweet,” I hear someone shout to the counter person.

Haven’t heard that in a long time.

As I look across the street at Holy Name Church I see an older group of folks exiting.

I see Mrs. Martin from Windsor Place.

Oh shit, there goes Mr. and Mrs. Cox. I think that’s them?

Finally, some familiar faces.

Feel like jogging across and asking “How’s Laura and Karen?”

Two good girls I grew up with back in the day.

Have to tell you about a young lady who complained about her coffee not once, not twice, but three times.

Felt bad for the lady behind the counter.

“Don’t worry my friend, I love the coffee here,” I assured her.

A college kid is working hard. Wiping down tables. Cleaning the legs of the chairs.

“Great job,” I tell him.

“Thanks,” he answers.

I hope he doesn’t think I was a smart-ass. I admire people who work hard.

Time to split, going over to the city today.

Where’s my Metro Card?




Tuesday morning – May 5

Mikey is sitting alone at a table in Terrace Bagels enjoying a Cinnamon-raisen bagel with cream cheese and jelly. ┬áHe washes it down with a large hot coffee; milk and three splenda. It’s a little after eight.

“Fuckin’ Rangers lost last night,” Mikey barked to Louie who was wiping down the table next to him.

“Yeah I know, I watched the whole game,” Louie answered.”They couldn’t score a goal.”

Mikey’s eyes went back to his Daily News which was spread out on the table. Louie was the owner of the Bagel shop. He put in a lot of time to build the business.

“Tell me you didn’t bet the Rangers last night?” Louie inquired as he tossed a few empty paper cups into the garbage.

“Nah, my gambling days are over,” Mikey assurred him.

Louie wasn’t so sure. He has known Mikey for a few years.

“I lost my pants last week, I couldn’t pull a winner for anything,” Mikey cried.

Louie knew all about Mikey’s gambling habit. There were mornings where Mikey spent a couple of hours in the bagel shop reading the newspaper then placing bets with his bookie right there in front of everyone.

Louie was done wiping the tables and now headed behind the counter to help with the sudden rush.

“WHO’S NEXT?” Louie shouted.

Mikey looked up at the line and saw a long-time friend.

“Yo Patty,” Mikey shouted. No response.

“Patty Smith, what’s up bro?” Mikey shouted.

A tall guy with glasses and a Mets cap was waiting on line, looked over at Mikey.

“Hey, how you doin’?” a guy said.

It was Patty Smith, he used to live in the neighborhood.

“What are you up to these days?” Mikey asked as he got up from his table and extended his hand.

“Nothing much man, just in town for a few days visiting,” Patty answered.

“Where ya’ living these days?” Mikey asked.

“Jersey, I moved to Jersey about five years,” Patty said.

“Jersey huh? What part?”

“South Jersey, down by Philly,” Patty informed him.

Mikey looked towards the front door where the line had grown as Patty moved up a little. When he thinks of Philadelphis the Sixers, Phillies and the Flyers come to mind.

“How ya like it down there?” Mikey asked. “I go down to A.C. every now and then.”

“It’s cool, the old lady got transferred down there so we packed up and moved the whole family.”

Mikey seemed intrigued. Not that he would want to move out of the neighborhood, it’s just that he along with his friend Billy are always wondering why people are leaving Brooklyn.

“Everyone’s moving out and headed to Jersey,” Mikey said.

“I know, these prices for apartments are getting out of control,” Patty said.

“Tell me about it, our landlord just raised to rent,” Mikey explained.

“What we pay on our mortage in Jersey is the same as our rent here,” Patty explained. “Plus there’s no traffic, no crime and no bullshit.”

“You miss your friends?” Mikey asked. As Patty had made it up to the front of the line.

“Gimme three salted, two plain and a whole wheat,” Patty informed the girl behind the counter.

“You turn into a Flyers fan yet?” Mikey asked Patty.

“Nah, I will always be a Rangers fan,” Patty answered.

“Well they sucked last night, lost to Washington one zip,” Mikey explained.

“I know, we watched the game,” Patty echoed.

The bagels were bagged and Patty was ready to leave.

“Good seeing you Mikey, take care,” Patty offered as he extended his hand.

“Sure Patty, it was good seeing you.”




Friday morning – Early May

“Who ya like tonight? Mikey asked Billy.

“Red Sox.”

“Nah man, I mean Nets and Hawks,” Mikey stressed.

Tonight started a big weekend in the sports world. Yankees were going to Fenway to take on the Red Sox. It was A-Rod’s first visit to Fenway Park since his suspension was lifted. The Nets were home against the Atlanta Hawks for game 6. Tomorrow was the Kentucky Derby and later that night was the big fight, Pacquiao versus Mayweather. They were asking for a hundred dollars on pay-per-view.

“I like the Nets tonight, I like them at Barclay’s. I’m going to the game.”

Mikey looked at Billy a bit surprised.


“Hell yeah,” Billy answered as he sipped on a cup of coffee from Pynn’s deli.

“I dunno, Hawks are giving 4,” Mikey barked as he checked himself out in the front window of Farrell’s.


Billy and Mikey were Local 40 ironworkers but were out of work.

“I hope something breaks soon,” Mikey declared as he pulled out the New York Post from his back-pocket.

“Yeah, I was down at Timboo’s last night and Red Duffy said they got a big building going up on third avenue.” Billy explained as he sipped some more coffee.

Mikey and Billy were excellent ironworkers and they loved their craft. But right now things were slow. They were waiting for the next job.

“Fuck man, they should give us season tickets to the Nets game, I mean we spent almost a year down there putting that shit up,” Mikey cried.

Billy laughed. Both him and Mikey were partners bolting up on the Brooklyn Nets new arena.

“They don’t give a shit about us,” Billy growled.

“Yo they really cleaned up that area,” Mikey reminded Billy.

“You’re right man, remember back in the day you had to carry a pistol if you were down there?” Billy mocked.

“Remember that time I was walking home from a bar on Flatbush avenue and those clowns came up to me asking for money,” Mikey pointed out.

Both guys laughed.

“Those motherfuckers ran so fast when I pulled my twenty-two out of my bag,” Mikey boasted.

“Two of them, right?” Billy acknowledged.

“Yeah, they thought they were tough guys,” Mikey declared.

Once again both guys laughed.

“First off you were crazy for walking home from down there,” Billy reminded him.

“Nah, it was a beautiful night,” Mikey noted.

A sanitation truck pulled up to empty the trash can on the corner of 16th street.

“Yo Joey, what’s up bro?” Mikey screamed out to their friend who was working for the city. Joey had been a sanitation worker for ten years.

“What’s up Mikey. When you taking the test?” Joey asked.

“Nah fuck that, I’m gonna work the iron until I die,” Mikey added.

Joey walked over to the steel can, picked it up and emptied it in the back of the huge, white truck.

Billy and Mikey watched him closely.

“Imagine picking up people’s shit?” Billy cited as he watched Joey put the can back on the corner and hop on the truck.

“Yeah, fuck that,” Mikey emphasized.

The truck pulled away and went straight for the trash can on the next corner.

“Yo Mikey I gotta head over to the city to see this chick,” Billy said as he started to walk down 16th street for the subway.

“Alright man, see you soon brother.”

About a week ago Billy had met a pretty girl while hanging out in the city. He had a lunch date with her.

“Be careful betting the Nets tonight,” Billy shouted out as he crossed 16th street.

Mikey stood on the corner outside Farrell’s watching Billy walk down the street.

He needed the Nets bad tonight. He was down five-hundred dollars.




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