As the sun set and the tide started to rise around City Island, the seaside village off the eastern tip of the Bronx, Saul Chandler took his seat at a bar called the Snug. Mr. Chandler, 70, a small man who smokes cheap cigars and refuses Budweiser not in glass bottles, is one of the island’s waterfront eccentrics. He is a bar-stool fixture at the pub, known for telling bawdy jokes and paying the tabs of strangers before slipping into the night.
https://www.nytimes.com/2018/03/30/nyregion/redemption-of-a-lost-prodigy.html
“Saul was very mystical in the way he interpreted music. He went somewhere else when he played. He was a poet.”
Tuesday, April 03, 2018
Reinvention
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