Nydia is in Felix’s corner

In some cultures, there’s a belief that death comes not when your heart stops beating, but when you’re forgotten. To remember something is to keep it alive, even if only in your heart. That idea is the key to A Few of Each, the collection of cityscape art currently on display at Gowanus Wine Studio on 3rd Avenue. The exhibition

I first met Vincent Coppola in 1961 when we were high school freshmen at St. Augustine High School on Park Place in the Slope. After a career in journalism and some notable books, he’s now ensconced in Savannah, a city which, like Vinny, acknowledges the presence of ghosts. The interview has been edited to leave out the boring bits. Full

I think it’s hard to be just a little interested in aliens. Either they don’t register, or they become an obsession. My first serious boyfriend was in the latter camp. Kevin believed he’d been abducted as a child, an experience he found terrifying. Sometimes he was afraid to go to sleep. He was an artist. Aliens made their way into