About the Novel
You may remember me from my original novel FRED:
Buffalo Building of Dreams. I’m the same four-story building, now over a century old located on Buffalo’s West Side.
I’ve seen my tenants lives played out over the years and listened to thousands of conversations within my walls.
When frustrated or upset I make myself heard by rattling my plumbing and popping my timbers like old bones.
Take a trip with me now back to the 1930s and 40s. Wander with me through my passageways and feel the haunting grip of nostalgia. Whiff the scent of past decades buried deep within my plaster walls. Within my skin of bricks, I can see and hear many of my tenants yet:
“No, no!” Mrs. Rosellini cried, storming from one side of the room to the other, wringing her clasped hands and throwing them up in the air. “Oh, Gezu Cristo, why, why, why?”
“The crowd parted as Huggs broke into a loping run, lunged between them and hurled his body with a sickening thud against Catherine’s door. He bounced off and did it again and again until the frame cracked and the door swung open, hanging by a single hinge.”