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Goomba is Italian slang for friend, and I’m a good one, and stay one, no matter what you do. “Oh, so they dug up heads in your backyard? Hmm, are you in jail? Can I bring you anything?” “I just … Continue reading
I’m a creature of habit, tending to do everything the same way without change. I find it comforting, however, sometimes it pays to switch paths. There I was crossing the Park, on my way west, when suddenly Bethesda Fountain came to … Continue reading
Perched on a bench in the park, in passive observation, to quote Pete Hamill, like I’m watching a parade pass by. Everyone seems to be out, enjoying the warmer climes. Couples, young and old, hold hands while fathers push strollers … Continue reading
It’s early, I’m walking, too tired from working a long day to run, the crisp air smacking me awake, when up ahead I see, what to my strained eyes, looks like a midget (yeah I know that’s politically incorrect but … Continue reading
I’m mourning the death of Anthony Bourdain as if he were a relative, though I never met the man, only in print. My friend Ed after we both recently reread all of his books said, it’s because his writing was … Continue reading
It’s 6 a.m., not quite first light, as I run towards daybreak. Suddenly I hear a screech, like a car careening around a corner, but of course there are none since the park is still closed. A couple running ahead … Continue reading
Because they remind me to lighten the fuck up and smell the roses. You see a baby in a stroller, cooing and gurgling, having a grand old time in the moment needing so little for their amusement, like playing with … Continue reading