No matter how much you pay for your ticket, no matter how many brass rings you snatch, it's only a matter of time before our place is taken by the next customer emerging from some womb to start the ride.
Years ago, I spent a lot of time in the Port Richmond section of Philadelphia, Goodis' bailiwick. My ex wife lived there and I was married at St.Adalbert's church on Aramingo Avenue. The Goodis aroma, if you want to call it that, oozed from every rowhouse, bar, and luncheonette that lined the thin streets of the Polish neighborhoods there,
Years ago, I spent a lot of time in the Port Richmond section of Philadelphia, Goodis' bailiwick. My ex wife lived there and I was married at St.Adalbert's church on Aramingo Avenue. The Goodis aroma, if you want to call it that, oozed from every rowhouse, bar, and luncheonette that lined the thin streets of the Polish neighborhoods there,
ReplyDeleteSounds recognizable from his books. He's definitely one of the patron saints of Hardboiled Noir fiction alongwith Willeford and Thompson.
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