Brooklyn Inside & Out

I am a writer, living in Milwaukee. I have fond memories of Brooklyn, from my days as a seminarian at The General Theological Seminary in Chelsea, Manhattan at 9th & 21st. On Sundays I worked at an Anglo-Catholic (very high church Episcopalian)parish, Calvary and St. Cyprian's, where the priest and all the members were from the Caribbean. They were lovely people in every sense of that word. I finally learned to understand them through the accents! I am presently working on a 3-act play, "MAMBA", about a (tragically, fictional) group of escaped slaves in Brooklyn who, following the passage of the Fugitive Slave Act in 1850 fprm a league of assassins who hunt down and kill slave-catchers who come North. In July,1863, they became the (fictional)1st Battalion of the 4th Colored Regiment of the Maryland Infantry. They were the "Black Mambas", who were allowed to operate as a covert unit of covert assassins, creeping into Confederate camps and silently killing all but one of the tent's occupants with knife or garotte, and leaving the unit's signature, a playing card showing a mamba about to strike.

Oh no! I was a member of BWAC for many years. This is a great loss for the arts in Brooklyn.

My father was co owner of Fair Trade pharmacy. They used to have a book of all the crazy stuff that went on. I always wondered what happened to it after he was killed.

Great, but this is only a half measure if they don't start clamping down on all of the various forms of obscuring or altering license plates.