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Fifty years ago I went insane and my career took off “The Bust” at Columbia 1968: New York Times veteran and Edgar Award-winning author Mike Jahn recalls how 1968 made him crazy but launched his career
I have frequent flyer miles on the astral plane I have frequent flyer miles on the astral plane
Uber over the bullet hole, please Thank you, Uber driver, for taping up the bullet hole
Where did the damn Vikings get the damn snakes? How did the Vikings get the snakes to kill Ragnar
My Dead Rock Stars: 2017 Year End Update The number of dead rockers of my acquaintance stands at 45. Keep in mind that this list is of the ones I knew, not all rockers. There’s at least one huge site dedicated to it. Regarding mine, most were musicians, but a few were important music insiders. This year there are two additions who died in 2016, Paul Kantner and David Bowie. Also this year I’ve added expanded commentary and another yarn.
Donald Trump, my Dad, the fascists and me Donald Trump, my Dad, the fascists and me: My life covering death.
Pokemon Go: take a hike Pokemon Go: Pallid tweens wandering in apparent trances following the light of rectangular boxes
MIKE JAHN: 'One more freak show' -- David Bowie's famed Carnegie Hall appearance Mike Jahn reports on David Bowie's legendary September 28, 1972, Carnegie Hall debut.
MIKE JAHN: Name a roach after your sweetie It must be true -- I read it on the Internet
‘That’s a Smith & Wesson, and you’ve had your six’ James Bond and the time that the movie hero changed forever
Carrie Underwood to shut down America So, my friends with visions of destroying the legally elected government of this land of the free and making a huge chunk of the population sick, learn to play guitar and go entertain the rest of the luddites at the Country Music Awards.
Slats Thompson and the Good Ship '100 Proof'
Donovan and Mosko ponder the Rockefeller Center Christmas tree
I'm on chapter three of my memoir I'm on chapter three of my memoir
It's 1977. The Cold War is at its height ... The Cold War is at its height. A ruthless killer is about to start World War III. All that stands in his way is a lonely young woman who runs an Italian restaurant.
Rave review for Michael Jahn's "Murder in Coney Island" Praise for Michael Jahn\\\'s \\
Murder at the Cathedral of St. John the Divine out in Kindle “Michael Jahn’s New York City Mysteries: Murder at the Cathedral of St. John the Divine” out in Kindle
Cissy, Whitney, and Life Within the Yurt
What are the Bill Donovan Mysteries? list of books in the Bill Donovan Mystery series by Michael Jahn
Hiding from Pirates Aboard a 70-Foot Windsurfer
Clams, the Kardashians, and Durn Angry Indians Kardashians. the Hamptons, and clams
September 11, 2001: A Letter From the Front A New Yorker remembers where he was on September 11, 2001.
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How I Hatched 13 Snapping Turtle Eggs in a Bucket in My New York Apartment How I hatched 13 snapping turtle eggs in a galvanized iron bucket in my New York apartment.
The New York Times Writes About Me The New York Times Article About Me Published in their ArtsBeat Blog December 8, 2010
My Dad, Bert's Flivver and Dutch Schultz
Paladin, Liberty Valence, Some Sharks and Me
This story about Leonard Cohen has sex in it. Mike Jahn remembers Leonard Cohen well from the Chelsea Hotel. His story has sex in it.
And they say immigrants are bad for the American economy
The Kennedy Family and Me
'It was a time of euphoria and devastation' Woodstock, 60s, rock, revolution
My New York Times Woodstock 'Popcast' Is Up
By the time we got home from Woodstock we were half dead
A hot Jamaican Black Muslim voodoo practitioner scared the bejesus out of her
A 'hunka hunka' of an anniversary
Welcome the First Black Princess Di Michael Jackson is the black Princess Di.
OMG, There’s Life Down There!
'That night I was in England making a ham sandwich for Mama Cass'
The Day That Spock Gave My Son a Tribble
Woodstock Was ‘the Senior Prom of the Sixties’
It's a good thing Manson didn't see this or he would have killed me too.
When Canned Heat Plied the New York Times With Weed
The Black Freighter is Steaming Into the Harbor
Obituaries on the Astral Plane
Better Dead Than Read
Jimi, Harry and Me