A Queens-born real estate developer made history Wednesday when he became the first U.S. president ever impeached twice by the House of Representatives.
Donald Trump, a 74-year-old lame duck Republican, is accused of inciting a lethal mob of far-right supporters to storm the U.S. Capitol in order to prevent Congress from certifying the results of his resounding loss in the November 2020 election. President-elect Joe Biden, a Democrat, recorded 306 electoral votes to Trumpâ€™s 232. . . .
In December 2019, Trump became the third president impeached by Congress â€” and the first from Queens.
-- David Brand, "Queens Man Impeached -- Again," Queens Daily Eagle, January 13, 2021.
I was operating the elevator when the repairman came aboard. After a lot of small talk he let me in on an industry secret: the â€œdoor closeâ€ button is not wired to anything. â€œItâ€™s just a pacifier,â€ he said.
On a normal day I think in questions: â€œShould I quit my job? Why canâ€™t I relate to people? Where am I going?â€ I can never answer them conclusively and only wear myself out. When Iâ€™m high in the back of a club listening to Son Seals play I only think in answers: â€œIâ€™ll move to El Paso this fall. These solos are wandering into every unused space. My girlfriend is pretty good looking after all. I should see about buying a mausoleum.â€
A municipal concession to human psychology: The insides of buses are lit at night because people will not sit in dark rooms with strangers.
I bought some greeting cards in a Nungessers junk shop last night. Theyâ€™re not much more than twenty years old but the sentiments are already foreign. Fluff from other eras always turns my stomach. What if no one feels these feelings anymore. Do they go down in history like famous clothes?
I wonder if Jackson Pollock unconsciously designed so many of these canvases to have the same dimensions as U.S. paper currency, accidentally imbuing them with some concrete power.
Working at the museum is changing the way I look at everyday objects. Eating at an Italian restaurant, I look at the red and white gridded tablecloth and wonder that all the dishes have their owned unnamed coordinates.
All the guards are freaks. That is a fact. Wouldnâ€™t standing alone in a corner six hours a day over many years change you?