The Explanation
(for those who require one)

And, of course, that is what all of this is -- all of this: the one song, ever changing, ever reincarnated, that speaks somehow from and to and for that which is ineffable within us and without us, that is both prayer and deliverance, folly and wisdom, that inspires us to dance or smile or simply to go on, senselessly, incomprehensibly, beatifically, in the face of mortality and the truth that our lives are more ill-writ, ill-rhymed and fleeting than any song, except perhaps those songs -- that song, endlesly reincarnated -- born of that truth, be it the moon and June of that truth, or the wordless blue moan, or the rotgut or the elegant poetry of it. That nameless black-hulled ship of Ulysses, that long black train, that Terraplane, that mystery train, that Rocket '88', that Buick 6 -- same journey, same miracle, same end and endlessness."
-- Nick Tosches, Where Dead Voices Gather

Friends and Family #59

Original Caption:

New York -- Dapper Louis Lombardy was languidly sipping beer in a saloon on Third Avenue, when gangland guns barked for the second time in as many days and he slumped to the floor -- erased. A drinking companion, Frank Cartaland, was critically wounded in the fusillade fired by two gunmen. Police believe the slaying was tied up with either the policy game or the drug traffic. The slain man had a police record of four arrests. (1938)


Tommy O'C said...

"The slain man had a police record of four arrests."

No one ever heard of mistaken identity?

Classic, gritty crime scene photo from the days when elevated trains rattled along Third Avenue (and 2nd and 6th and 9th Avenues) and you entered a saloon watching your wallet and your back.

Steve_W said...

Man, they don't write captions like that any more!

Lola Garsía said...

Why don't newspaper reporters write like that anymore?