Patrick Sauer

In October 1981, Judge Thomas Johnson made an announcement. After deliberation, he had accepted a fact into judicial notice—a legal term for a fact accepted in a court as true without the need to produce evidence. The Holocaust, said Johnson, was an indisputable fact...

Forty years ago, a spaceship touched down in New York City. As the roof to the extraterrestrial pod rose up, a group of men known as the Electric Light Orchestra ascended in the smoke...

Went back to the Bronx with Chris Hayes to eat eggs and talk policing.

More than 58,000 United States soldiers died in the Vietnam War, but in the world of letters, the death of a single American civilian came to represent the entire jungle quagmire.

Nearly twenty years ago, on what was already a nerve-racking first day of school, parents of kindergartners attending P.S. 163, a dual-language English-Spanish elementary school on West 97th Street, found a classroom full of glaring safety issues...

I have a pet “Frank Oz Theory” I’d like to share. If you’ll indulge me, it goes like this: More people on Earth have borne witness to Frank Oz’s characters, be it puppet or person, than any other artist in recorded human history.

The former Duke star, and newly-minted Hall-of-Famer, talked about famous dunks, why everyone hates Duke, and what it's like boozing with Bill Raftery.

Normally, making any list is good for the writerly ego, but this story however, has reached the popularity pinnacle on more than one occasion and I’d just as soon never see it again.

It was time for the second act on the second day of a 1969 music festival in upstate New York, but the band, Santana, was having trouble getting it together. So the M.C. asked a performer hanging around backstage to go out and kill a little time...

It was late fall in Buenos Aires and Ricardo Klement was an ordinary man living an ordinary life.

An incredible story of heroism in the face of horror.

EA Sports owes a huge debt to the NBA legends, and the Commodore 64.

Constructing art out of destruction...

There once was a magical African-American owned tennis joint (with green clay courts!) right in the heart of Kings County. Tupac, Biggie, and Al Sharpton were there, where were you?

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The true story of a kid's lit classic.