P.A.Kane

 What is it? Larry Plumb Is Still Here tells the poignant and often humorous story of a man wrestling with relevance in a rapidly changing world. Larry Plumb, a fifty-six-year-old suburban Highway Commissioner and Senior Utility Specialist in Western New York, is the quintessential everyman—diligent, reliable, and steady. But as his family and community challenge his once-unquestioned authority, Larry finds himself adrift in a sea of shifting societal expectations and personal regrets. Through daily routines like feeding and caring for his egg hens, navigating tense family dynamics with his wife, Maureen, and daughter, Samantha, and reflecting on his role in a world that increasingly dismisses his perspective, Larry confronts questions of masculinity, identity, and belonging. His professional life is no less complex, marked by municipal politics, confrontational coworkers, and a relentless commitment to doing what’s right, even when it goes unnoticed. With the help of his oldest f...

  Book Signing — December 14, 2024 3-6pm  Potters Field  425 Potters Road West Seneca, NY. Stop in this great little neighborhood bar have a beer, say hi, and get a signed copy of P.A. Kane's latest novel.

Gone five years—July 12, 2024, the 93rd year of Philly Kane. Holding The Line In or about my eleventh year I decided the rules  That governed me  That governed our family  Were not for me These rules, enforced by my father  Lacked space To breathe and explore   To be different and clever To take the goddamn road less traveled Yearning for freedom I searched like a Buddha For a crack in the palace wall    Eventually, a fissure revealed itself and I broke free  To leap along city streets pursuing love and adventure  Leaving behind those nagging rules for others There was a prohibitive cost to this rebellion  Nevertheless, I remained true to myself  And challenged my dad at every turn Delivering blows that hurt him bad But he was an immovable object, never standing down  An unenviable position to be sure Drawing and holding that line  Not out of pettiness or spite But out of the sacred commitment He made as a father...

    The Old Pink My Old Pink story starts in the early 80s at the establishment next store— Mulligan's Brick Bar. It's when the Old Pink was still The Pink Flamingo or, as we called it, The Pink. The Brick Bar became a thing when my friend and fellow Brockport State washout Kevin McNamara started working there. Not only did he work there, but he quickly rose to the rank of manager—no one could ice up a case of OV Splits like KevMac. Of course, as it is a best practice of the most effective managers everywhere, he used his elevated position to hire all of his friends, including me—the worst White Coat/Bouncer in the history of the Brick Bar.    Remember the White Coats? We used to circulate through the packed bar, witnessing a thousand broken dreams and missed connections as we picked up and disposed of dead cases of OV Splits, beer bottles, and spent glasses of vodka and iced tea. We also had a secondary function of keeping the peace in the bar.    While th...