Emanuel Ninger walks into a bar. It’s a chilly Saturday afternoon in New York, March 28, 1896. He has come to town on business from his Flagtown, New Jersey, home fifty miles west of the city. He owns a small farm there, but he mainly gets by on a Prussian army pension and some modest investments. So he tells his neighbors.
Once again, a beautifully written piece about an obscure and interesting subject. Thanks, Jack!
Another great historical momento told with a touch of compassion and humor.
Thank you