Back then we called him The Banana Man. He was a creepy guy who never revealed his name. I had broken the cardinal rule that my mother repeated day after day while I was a kid growing up in 1970’s New York City. “Don’t talk to strangers,” she’d say, “unless you want to get raped… Continue reading The Banana Man
Those of you who know me since I was a kid and those of you who know me as a writer know that from the time I was 12 to 14 I was stalked by Jose Ramos, the person who up until very recently was believed to be involved with the Etan Patz disappearance.