"Walking around the East Village, I just want to cry at the state of it. There are so many fuckin’ jocks everywhere! It’s like a frat house everywhere. I don’t know if it’s a sign of the times, but where are the real weirdos? The real outcasts? They’re a vanishing breed here. Maybe New York isn’t drawing that anymore because it’s too expensive."
I trust my intuition.
I believe in my sensations.
I trust my visions.
I believe in myself and my higher presence.
Attendees will be able to purchase a $10 6th and B Community Garden T-shirt to tie-dye or take part in a raffle for cash and '60s-themed prizes. Food donated by New Yorkers Food Market on Second Avenue will also be available for purchase.
The fundraiser will help the volunteer-run garden put on its free community events, which include a monthly drawing class with a live model, film screenings and children’s programs ... Donations go toward supplies and paying entertainers.
Sadly, after 56 years, the time has come for us to close C'est Magnifique. Saturday August 23, 2014 is the last day the store will be open and my aunts, Cathie and I would like to invite all of or friends and customers to come say goodbye to C'est Magnifique.
I have met so many amazing, talented and inspiring people during the last 20 years I've been working at C'est Magnifique. Many of those relationships shaped the person and artist I am today. I am very grateful for all the love and support our loyal customers have given and will always have the fondest memories of C'est Magnifique.
I learned so much from working with my father, and I plan to continue utilizing those skills and making jewelry. Although the physical space of C'est Magnifique will be gone, my family's legacy will live on. I am devoted to my craft and customers. I'll still be doing custom work and selling my original designs from my website which should be ready soon. Please keep your eye out for an update regarding the launch of my website.
I look forward to seeing you all at the closing. We will be there from 1 pm - 7 pm.
Unfortunately, the new location was not as lucrative as our previous one, and combined with a death in the family of my uncle (who was the main proprietor of the shop for the last thirty years), the store will have to close its doors.
Cage then called his friend, retired detective Bob Geis, who originally helped him look for the guitar when it was stolen. Geis went back to precinct where it was originally stolen, and found a detective who remembered the case.
A 9th Precinct detective, John McAuliffe, traced it to Miguel Tapia, of East Flastbush — who claimed he had bought the guitar at a flea market on Canal Street long ago, he said.
"I tried to play it but I couldn’t figure out how, so I just threw it in my basement and forgot I even had it," said Tapia, who discovered it while cleaning his home. Bidding had reached $820 by Saturday before he pulled it.
The Dugout had one night bartender, Bob from NJ. It seemed like he worked every night, though he must have had a day off. The place was never busy enough to need more than him. I think sometimes in a crunch there was somebody else who would rinse mugs and put them in the freezer. Nicest guy you could ever imagine. Ready with a smile, did what was needed, when it was needed, and we thanked him every time and he thanked us every time for coming in. From the first to the thousandth time you ordered a beer from him, Bob would say "Frosted Mug?" as if the answer could ever be anything but "Yes."
