faux fiction

The passing this week of Flushing delicatessen owner Fillmore Weinreb might have gone unnoticed were it not for his improbable claim nearly four decades ago that he, and not Neil Armstrong, had in fact been the first man on the moon, along with his cat, Max. continue reading

THINGS THAT NEVER HAPPENED

Because history isn’t just written by the winners, it’s lied about by people like me.

It became immediately apparent to senior executives of JP Morgan Chase upon their arrival at work Monday morning that their day would be different, when they were greeted in the boardroom by JP Morgan, who had been dead for the past 101 years. continue reading

At a poorly attended Los Angeles gallery exhibition this week of the photographs of little-known celebrity photographer Howard Busgang, one image stood out among the rushed compositions of unwelcome encounters: a heretofore unseen photograph of Marlon Brando with his head in a cast. continue reading

The modern game of baseball differs greatly from the version first discovered by John Quincy Doubleday as practiced by the Cleveland Indians in the mid-17th century. The athletes are bigger, stronger, faster—a result of better drug engineering—and uniforms are no longer made of stifling asbestos. continue reading

Jack Williams was a New York sportswriter for thirty years before Hollywood beckoned. Actually, it didn’t so much “beckon” as merely exist on the other side of the country and, upon his arrival, disappear like Brigadoon. continue reading

The trouble began when Massima Benvenuti, only 25, broke the distance record for a human cannonball set by her father, Maximus, in 1957. continue reading in the Saturday Evening Post