
Remembering Wayne Barrett, Ass-Kicking Village Voice Journalist. Also My Landlord and Friend.
Sep 5, 2018 · 8 min read
I first met Wayne Barrett outside New York City Hall in 1996. The first thing that struck me was his height — Wayne was a tall, conspicuous and relatively un-manicured man. In combination with his scraggly grey-brown hair, he cut an imposing and formidable figure that was impossible to ignore. Living under Wayne’s roof for a…

