One of the joys of living back in pre-Disney NY was reading Jimmy Breslin's column in The NY Daily News, the proverbial pearl in that popular but conservative, blue collar tabloid. Jimmy was many things: loud, brash, and humbly unassuming, the affable hard drinking Irishman equally at home in the side streets of Harlem, or the social clubs of Little Italy. He reported on City Hall's power elite, and beyond- never cozying up to them as those that later followed (or preceded). But mostly, he was found working the streets of the working poor in any of NY's five boroughs. He was (and still is) the quintessential New Yorker's New Yorker.
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Monday, January 21, 2008
Jimmy Breslin
One of the joys of living back in pre-Disney NY was reading Jimmy Breslin's column in The NY Daily News, the proverbial pearl in that popular but conservative, blue collar tabloid. Jimmy was many things: loud, brash, and humbly unassuming, the affable hard drinking Irishman equally at home in the side streets of Harlem, or the social clubs of Little Italy. He reported on City Hall's power elite, and beyond- never cozying up to them as those that later followed (or preceded). But mostly, he was found working the streets of the working poor in any of NY's five boroughs. He was (and still is) the quintessential New Yorker's New Yorker.
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