|Joseph Mitchell (Photo by Therese Mitchell)|
Recently, Lorna, our daughter, Isabel, our thirteen-month-old grandson, Rowan, and I spent a few days in New York City. Many of the places we visited reminded me of New Yorker pieces: the High Line (Peter Schjeldahl’s "High Line Rhapsody"); the Whitney Museum (Schjeldahl’s "New York Odyssey"); Canal Street (“Ian Frazier’s "Canal Street"); Bryant Park (John Updike’s "Comment"; retitled "Bryant Park" in his 1965 collection Assorted Prose); the 9/11 Memorial (Adam Gopnik’s "Stones and Bones"). But it was a bike rental shop called Blazing Saddles, on South Street, in the Financial District, that produced the most satisfying connection. Lorna had found it online. We decided to walk there. As we made our way down Fulton Street, I knew we were in Joseph Mitchell territory. I was looking at the street, trying to imagine what it might’ve been like in the Fifties, when Mitchell was there, poking around the Fulton Fish Market, eating at Sloppy Louie’s, which he profiled, along with its owner Louis Morino, in his terrific “Up in the Old Hotel” (originally titled "The Cave," The New Yorker, June 28, 1952). We found Blazing Saddles, rented a couple of bikes and a bike buggy, and spent a beautiful March afternoon cycling a path that took us across the Manhattan Bridge to Brooklyn, then over the Brooklyn Bridge, and back to Blazing Saddles. Two days later, I’m back home on Prince Edward Island, reflecting on the trip. Just for fun, to savour the Fulton Fish Market details, I get out my copy of Mitchell’s Up in the Old Hotel, and read the first page of the title piece. The second paragraph begins, “Sloppy Louie’s occupies the ground floor of an old building at 92 South Street, diagonally across the street from the sheds.” I check the Blazing Saddles receipt. It states the shop’s address – 93 South Street. Without realizing it, I’d come within a few feet of the location of one of The New Yorker’s greatest pieces.