The Ghost of Pembroke Street
One hundred and forty-nine years old and Orator Jim O’Rourke still kneels on deck in his turreted Pembroke Street home behind windows dark muttering seven syllable adjectives over his Bridgeport empire of Jersey barriers fitted to blockade suburbanite drug trade on the Park City’s East Side O’Rourke watches his Newfield neighborhood brood a hobbled ghost too where no one plays New England Rules on the pavement ...