Oh, look at how she listens…
Oh, look at how she listens She says nothing of what she thinks; She just goes stumbling through her memories Staring out on to Grey Street. She thinks, “Hey, How…
Oh, look at how she listens She says nothing of what she thinks; She just goes stumbling through her memories Staring out on to Grey Street. She thinks, “Hey, How…
And the flight sequences start again. I come back from this trip to spend a couple days preparing for the next one. This time, to Cuba. Here we go.…
Before I could even get out in the multi-inch snowfall we had last night, it was all gone. The day was cold. Some sidewalks compacted with icy slush. Stay tuned.…
You just never know what you’ll find… Starts the day at the West Side Diner. A lot like the Manhattan Cafe that I frequent on the Upper West Side for…
When your day starts off in a tiny cafe south of Washington Square with a nice Americano being stared at by a half-blind dog… …how else would you WANT to…
All those “I heart NY” shirts, Halal carts, pervasive taxi’s, sky scrapers, and Times Square. Wall Street. All things New York. But after you’ve been here a few times, you…
And despite everything, New York will always be there. In all of its extraordinary glory. Travel to London, Paris, Dubai… still… all the others seem to pale in comparison to…
Tomorrow, I will be in New York City. This is not New York City. This is just downtown in the small town… again. But tomorrow… …I leave for a little…
So, in other news, in one of the more bizarre weeks of my life, I was in New York City… not once, but TWICE within one week. It just happens…