Finktown is located at the edge of town in the east hills where Finch Street slopes down a narrow street from Crompond Road and pasts Lincoln Terrace and Park Street at Tompkins Park above a dog Park in a wooded area by Main Street.  The neighborhood inherited its quirky name in the 1860's by John Fink. 

Fink was an enterprising young man who arranged with landowners in the undeveloped eastern part of Peekskill to sell lots for building homes for the growing village, long before Peekskill became a city in 1940.  The venture was a success and soon a small community grew in the area. The people called the new neighborhood "Fink's Town" which evolved into Finktown.

The artist Robert Barthelmes grew up in Finktown and began a series of paintings in 1998. Many people loved Barthelmes' paintings, which he developed into a series.

In former days Peekskill's Finktown was known as a rough neighborhood but by illuminating scenes of life that were similar to thousands of other neighborhoods in America in the mid-twentieth, Finktown becomes a rich and extraordinary place through Barthelmes' artwork.

Ruchi of India in Peekskill, NY, is very nice with a full bar.  Portraits of India's sacred buildings and stunning landscapes and Indian people hang over white cloth covered tables.  Most important is an attentive good-looking waiter who smiles often and invites you to Christmas dinner, so how can you resist or not love the tomatoed soup and lamb curry.

Spent last night again at that place because it was Janek’s shift   We were both in a silly funk. A rut. Sleeping in late all week to avoid dreary cold mornings. His wife was out of town, so he was alone with the dogs. We talked about you; he thought you were sweet. For once I didn’t dispute an assessment of you because you really are sweet though I never have admitted it. Janek is one of those people who makes everyone happy. I cherish him but I’ll never tell him so.  But I think he knows it already. Some words don’t have to be said to not know what is… 

Later Nick swaggered in with all his jokes, one I especially liked about why so many black men died in Vietnam…because when the enemy said "get down" they all got up to dance.  I couldn’t stop laughing.  So Janek told one about an owl that wasn’t as funny, but I liked the “who” and the “who dat” part of it.   

When Nick and I were finally alone and Janek was tending to customers Nick asked had you returned to California and I said yes and we said no more until I mentioned our adventure in the country at the cabin and Nick jokingly suggested we go to the cabin together and I laughed, he laughed, the both of us laughing and silently remembering his overbearing jealous wife who would never let that happen.   
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Nick's beard is growing back. I like him so much better with a beard than clean shaven. Then Mickey walked in and Janek came back and poured us more #3 and we made another toast. 

I was happy Mickey interrupted an awkward moment between me and Nick.  I sipped and tried not to think...  
 
As always Mickey is the busiest man in the universe.  He does not ask me anything about you.  His night is a catastrophe. He is trying to finish laundry he has not done for two months. I almost suggested I could help. Instead, I had another sip of #3 and thought not as that might tie us closer together when I thought of folding his underwear…