tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683382864156505640.post3689385606448800088..comments2023-08-14T11:44:27.299-04:00Comments on Jeremiah's<br> Vanishing New York: Mars BarJeremiah Mosshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11791516443125872364noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683382864156505640.post-80741316122978277032008-07-21T13:42:00.000-04:002008-07-21T13:42:00.000-04:00I can't say I'm all that fond of the place, but I ...I can't say I'm all that fond of the place, but I absolutely love the possibility that it might linger indefinitely right up in the face of the surrounding development.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683382864156505640.post-3865496919752210862008-07-19T17:27:00.000-04:002008-07-19T17:27:00.000-04:00I used to hang out in there a lot in the late 80s ...I used to hang out in there a lot in the late 80s and I remember a drink called a Blue Whale, and that my favorite song on the jukebox was My Baby Just Cares For Me, and that Taylor Mead was usually in there when I was. And it was very dark around that place at night then. And across Houston Street where the new ugly hideous condos are now was a wonderful big lot full of great old salvaged stuff, including a big metal Sinclair gasoline sign with the green dinosaur. We would come out of Mars full of Blue Whales and go over and hang on the chain link fence and imagine what we'd do if we had all of the stuff in there.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com