Warren Zevon was inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame recently. He was a fine songwriter and wrote of what he knew. You might remember Were...

"Men No Longer Read Novels." The small headline in the bottom right-hand corner of either the Times or the Journal screamed at me. Yes, I’m one of ...

When Christmas is at hand, like most emigrants my thoughts turn to home – Wexford Town, in my case. After I escort a tour group to Ireland every Oc...

“The longer you stay away, the less likely you are to go home.” That was another piece of wisdom the auld fellah imparted to me up in The Archway s...

“I’m pingless,” said I. “And I thought you were just brainless.” Replied Yer Man from Pearl River. He had been wondering why I hadn’t replied to hi...

The ospreys dallied a few weeks longer this year. They’re usually gone by the third week in September. But then, 2025 was a banner year. One day I ...

“You and me are neither here nor there, young fellah,” the auld lad said to me one night in The Archway. I wasn’t sure what he meant. He was probab...

“Make America Great Again.” I’ve often wondered to what era our president is referring. The 1950s springs to mind, but back then the U.S. had its h...

New York neighborhoods used to be measured by the quality of their saloons. One of the reasons Brooklyn’s Bay Ridge always hovered near the top of ...

Almost 18 years ago I wrote my first column for The Irish Echo. It concerned an official projection that in order to stay solvent Social Security b...

With its working class roots and boozy background, rock ‘n’ roll often teeters on the edge of chaos and violence. Rock music, on the other hand - u...

Stefan Lutak was Ukrainian. He owned the Holiday Cocktail Lounge on St. Mark’s Place. Despite its name it was a beer-and-shot joint I stumbled into...