Almost every weekday morning, one of my new friends at the wonderful coffee house where I do a lot of my work, the Brooklyn Commune in my Windsor Terrace neighborhood, folds his New York Times up in a small square to work on the crossword puzzle. We talk current baseball— both of us are long-suffering Mets fans— and baseball history.
In letters from early 1930s to Edith Morpurgo, Fleming writes: 'I would like to hurt you because you have earned it'
It might sound more Fifty Shades of Grey than 007, but a series of letters by a young Ian Fleming to his Austrian lover see the man who would go on to create James Bond detailing how he would like "to hurt you because you have earned it and in order to tame you like a little wild animal".
The little-known New York roots of a French classic are unearthed in “The Little Prince: A New York Story,” a Morgan Library exhibition that explores the origins of the deceptively profound children’s book.
If you’ve read my other posts, you can tell that I really enjoy attending a good baseball card show to swap stories with other baseball history fans and revel in vintage tobacco and gum cards, But for the past year I have worried that these events are going the way of Sunday double-headers that were routine in the 1950s and 1960s.
Michael Schumacher: He was very relaxed. Wrote comparatively much, but still hard to collect. One has to know where he is staying at which time. One evening he was playing poker with Kubica, Heidfeld, Fisichella, Rosberg, Briatore and Ecclestone. He finished the game at 1 o’clock in the morning. Then we got the nicest signatures ever.
Jenson was difficult to collect. His Motohome war located inside the paddock and everytime he had a break of testing he disappeared inside. The only chance to collect his autograph was to wait in front of his truck. Then it was possible to get 1 autograph.