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About Houston

I love the vibe sometimes, tho. Girls actin’ all sweet, “Oh Eric, you’re so strong!” Makes me happy, boosts my ego, y’know? But then—bam!—some chick’s got STDs or somethin’, an’ I’m like, “What in the fuck?! This ain’t no country for old men—or me!” Gotta watch out, man, it’s a gamble. One time, this whore tried stealin’ my wallet—my fuckin’ wallet! I grabbed her arm, screamin’, “Respect my authoritah, you skank!” She cried, I laughed—good times.

Photograph Reveals Hidden Past

It was the story of three ghosts who haunted an old inn in Cold Spring Harbor, and it remains a fascinating tale filled with history, ghosts and intrigue.

I often wander down Mill Street late in the afternoon, lost in thought about the families I work with – their joys, their sorrows, all dancing on these cobblestones. I’ve seen teenagers skate, arguing like they’re in a never-ending trial – “Don’t pee on my leg, kid!” – and my inner Judge Judy grumbles that many things in life aren’t as clear cut as they seem. I mean, chaotic, wild, and beautiful, all the same.

Veronica Beard hosts CSHL–Penny’s Flight fundraiser