That’s right, another dj morning at KGOD, the station that makes it. I’ve found a number of early songs that you might like. Hope to see you on zoom! Continue reading
I’ll be doing DJ this morning
I spent the night as the KGOD Radio Program Director, going over some of my earlier songs from two years ago up to one year ago, and I think you’ll be amazed at the subject matter. The lyrics could be written today.
The way radio shows used to operate was the program director would select the songs, the DJ was responsible for patter, intros and outros, commercials and call-ins.
kiss me you mamaluke — a danny marino mystery
KISS ME, YOU MAMALUKE
A Danny Marino Mystery — by E.J. Gold
Danny Marino had been in love twice in his life. Both times it had cost him money, and neither time had he gotten a receipt.
He was sitting in the back room of the Downtown Athletic & Bridge Club, watching Nicky Bellomo eat a corned beef sandwich, when Tony Spada looked up from his racing form. Continue reading
Dead Man’s Lunch – a Danny Marino Mystery
THE DEAD MAN’S LUNCH
A DANNY MARINO MYSTERY
“Marino, I need you to find out why a dead man keeps ordering lunch.”
Danny looked at Tony Spada, who was sitting in the corner. Not eating, not drinking, just sitting. He was a compact, well-dressed man in his middle fifties, with iron-gray hair and the quiet authority of someone clearly accustomed to being obeyed. Exactly what he did for a living was something Danny had never been foolish enough to ask. Continue reading
chapter 24 — the ransom
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
THE RANSOM
Danny Marino was beginning to understand that getting rid of something was not the same as knowing where it went.
He was at home when he thought of this.
Home, in Danny’s case, was the second floor of an old warehouse in the meatpacking district, not far from Washington Street.
The place had once been used for storing cheese.
It had not stored cheese for a very long time.
It still smelled like cheese. Continue reading
chapter twenty-three — twenty nickels
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
TWENTY NICKELS
Danny Marino had never thought of an umbrella as threatening. He was beginning to reconsider.
The man was half a block behind him. Danny crossed Seventh Avenue. The man crossed Seventh Avenue. Continue reading
chapter 22 — The Wrong Box
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
THE WRONG BOX
Danny Marino had looked at the gray man.
Then he had looked at the box. It was a cardboard box about the size of a cigar box, tied with string. It didn’t look important. Danny was beginning to understand that this didn’t mean anything. Continue reading
chapter twenty-one — the dry cleaner
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
THE DRY CLEANER
Danny Marino was beginning to think that half the criminal activity in New York involved the garment industry.
He sat quietly in the shadows at the social club. Things were quiet.
Tony Spada folded the racing form and put it on the desk. Continue reading
chapter twenty — wrong umbrella
CHAPTER TWENTY
THE WRONG UMBRELLA
Danny Marino was beginning to suspect that he had become a messenger service for people who didn’t like messages.
Tony Spada was still looking at him.
“The blue suit won’t be ready Thursday.”
“That’s what he said.” Continue reading
chapter nineteen – the blue suit
CHAPTER NINETEEN
THE BLUE SUIT
Danny Marino was beginning to understand that the shortest messages took the longest to deliver.
He came back from Fourteenth Street a little after four. Tony Spada was sitting behind the desk in the back room of the Downtown Athletic & Bridge Club, reading the racing form. Continue reading