“Where is your bike Robbie?” I heard a very recognizable, somewhat Americanized, across the pond, accent. It was my good friend Gary. I told him that my bicycle got jacked about a week before, from in front of my house. Gary reached into his pocket and pulled out a key. “Here, take this one,” he said, pointing to a bike […]
Author: Robbie Giordano
One of my Red Hook stories, by Robbie Giordano
Scooters whiz through the night. Damn those guys are good, I thought, as I walked out the front door of Sunny’s, some years back, to have a cigarette and see what was going on in the night. A scooter goes whizzing by on the sidewalk. As it turned out, a friend of mine decided to bring a scooter to the […]