Having lived in the Williamsburg section of Brooklyn for eight years or so, I used to hear (and see) Anthony Delia driving up and down the side streets at least once a weekend. He was one of those neighborhood characters. You never know where they come from. They just exist and make the place more interesting. We could never figure out why he did it. In the end, I just assumed it was that wonderful sort of madness that one finds in New York City. And to be perfectly honest, I always enjoyed ...
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October 27, 2009 05:13
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