February 3, 2008 |
I live in the land of youse - meaning Philly, meaning Jersey. I hear it coming from many lips, including mine. And guess what? Youse is more than just a regionalism. It's part of a grassroots movement, nationwide, to fill a big gap in the English language. Youse often comes with guys, as in youse guys. Though it's often associated with Italian working-class people in Eastern cities, you'll find it in western New York state and parts of what is known as the Inland North and New England.
December 11, 2012
EX-MOB underboss Philip Leonetti's book, Mafia Prince: Inside America's Most Violent Crime Family and the Bloody Fall of La Cosa Nostra , was published Tuesday by Running Press. Retail price is $24, but it can be found on Amazon for as little as $14.66. The book was cowritten by Scott Burnstein, a true-crime author and staff reporter for the Oakland Press , and Christopher Graziano, a freelance journalist and mob historian. It's an eye-opening look at life inside the Philadelphia-South Jersey mob during the 1980s.
June 18, 2006 |
Arthur Caplan is chairman of the department of medical ethics at the University of Pennsylvania School of Medicine Yo. Whassup? Has youse heard dat Geno's Steaks in Sout Philly got a sign up dat sez you gotta order in English to get a steak? Dat's right - if youse ain't sayin "wit wiz" or "widout," den you ain't no Merican and shunt get a cheesesteak, much less a hoagie. Well, dat sign shd stay. Dey din take down the sign at Chink's Steaks, an dey shun take diss one down needa.
July 2, 1987 |
"I'm going to take youse out of the '80s," yowls Jon "Bowzer" Bauman as he leaps out of a gleaming peacock blue 1956 Thunderbird convertible during "Bowzer's Original Doo Wop Party," the new summer revue at the Tropicana. "I'm gonna take youse back to da '50s, a simpler era, when Marlon Brando could still fit on a motorcycle, when Pepsi Free didn't cost 75 cents. " Why not? When the casinos first came to Atlantic City, most of the entertainment offered was aimed at people in their 50s and 60s, because those were the folks with the most money to blow.
September 28, 1998 |
I like to walk. I've been known to turn my back on bus stops, even in the pouring rain. I like to walk hard and fast. I like to pass other pedestrians like they're standing still. I like to jaywalk. I like to stroll through leaf-strewn twilights, watching remnants of sunlight burnish windows and change the patina of this city's bricks from dull red to that rich liquid rust so evocative of autumn. Walking has brought me to sights and sounds not experienced by the sleepy bus riders or the faces behind smeary subway windows.
December 14, 1996 |
I've put off telling you about Donna Wyant Howell's work in progress, I Was a Slave, because I've had trouble figuring out what to say about it. The accounts really don't tell you much you didn't already know about slavery, and what they do reveal is unconnected, inconsistent and without historical context. They are not even Howell's stories; she got them from the Library of Congress. I still don't know what to say, except this: Read it. If you are descended from slaves, if your forebears or their relatives owned slaves, if you have any curiosity about America's "peculiar institution," you owe it to yourself at least to sample this fledgling collection - and for this reason: The accounts are from the slaves themselves.
October 20, 2010
DEAR ABBY: I lived with my best friend and her husband for a few months after moving to a new state. They recently went through a rough patch and she took a vacation to cool off. In her absence, and under the influence of a great deal of alcohol, her husband and I slept together. We decided it happened only because we were drunk and decided never to speak of it again. The problem is - it happened again, this time with almost no alcohol involved at all! I'm reluctant to tell my friend about our trysts.
December 25, 1996 |
Santa needed a tailor. His pants were too short, barely reaching his knees. His coat was too snug. The sleeves rode up his long arms, and there was barely enough clearance for the downy belly underneath. And his hat kept falling off. But that's OK. They don't make too many Santa suits for 6-foot-6, 198-pound ex-basketball players who were once homeless and now double as street evangelists. They don't make many Santas like Ron Rush. You won't find Rush at the North Pole.
August 25, 2004 |
Yo, Philly. Youse guys ain't gonna believe what I seen the other day. There's this neighborhood over here called Nea Filadelfia, which some Greek guy told me means New Philly. It's amazin' how much like home the place is. No Wawas or Cheese Whiz, but lots of blue-collar people with attitudes. They got graffiti, too, narrow streets and a high crime rate. And they used to be famous for this big old ugly stadium that had its own 700 level and where, God love 'em, the crazy fans intimidated anyone who wasn't one of them.