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  • Ted Mann

    Ted Mann is a writer whose credits include NYPD Blue, Deadwood, Homeland, and the mini-series Hatfields and McCoys.

    Contributions from Ted Mann

    You Only Live Once

    Kinky in Dreamland

    Wallace Creek runs through Echo Hill Ranch, which has been property of the Friedman family for over half a century now. A hundred years before that, the land belonged to “Bigfoot” Wallace, a legendary pioneer and Indian fighter who rode with Colonel Jack Hays and his Texas Rangers. “How’d he get … Continue Reading

    You Only Life Once

    What Happened to the Edge

    Sporting folk know there are two principal modes of handicapping horses, the mathematical and the mystical.  When numbers fall silent, as they will with Chihuahua-bred maiden two-year-olds, for example, gamblers say that a horse with no recorded past has no form. A handicapper must have the … Continue Reading

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    Bulgarian Puke

    Let us ponder the 1980s, geopolitically, economically, and thermodynamically. Ronald Reagan had called the Soviet Union the “Evil Empire” in 1983, though it was an empire so decayed, we would later discover, it barely appeared scary enough to justify another year’s increase to the defense budget. … Continue Reading

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    The Cracker Smacker

    Sammy was in his late sixties and he worked the door at Gleason's Gym, which was on 30th Street in Manhattan. That was in the mid 1970s, before the home of great boxing champions like Jake LaMotta, Muhammad Ali, and Roberto Durán migrated to Brooklyn to begin its third life in a new borough, on … Continue Reading

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    Eight Dollars

    Times Square in the 1970s was in some sense the heart of Grub Street, “the world of literary hacks, or mediocre, needy writers who write for hire.” The New York Times, which lent its name to what was then the world capital of cheap porno theater seediness, was the voice of Grub Street, grown rich, … Continue Reading

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    What I Learned in a Logging Camp

    My first job, where I was expected to do a man’s work, was in an isolated logging camp, on the far west coast of Canada’s Vancouver Island. There the constant wind and perpetual rain produced giant trees, the oldest of them 1,000 years old, Sitka spruce and Douglas fir topping 300 feet tall and 30 … Continue Reading