Category Archives: music
The Central Park Gym
Nice to have a gym that’s two and half miles long and a half mile wide. None of this shoulder to shoulder stationary bike business competing for elbow room. You can join a yoga class on the Great Lawn, do … Continue reading
Watching The World Go By
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
Best Story of the Week
It’s still dark, as I sprint from the park heading towards home to shower and change for an early appointment. As I careen across 86th Street, there’s a female in front of me who jumps as I proceed to pass. … Continue reading
Sui Generis…A Unique Word
My friend David mentioned sui generis, in an email…an adjective meaning, of its own kind..unlike any other…inspiring me to write about it. I knew what it meant, since every once in a while it pops up in a book, describing … Continue reading
Harvey’s Chicks Come Home To Roost
The papers are filled with producer, Harvey Weinstein’s, inappropriate behavior with just about every actress in Hollywood short of Lassie, though she may bark today. The legendary casting couch, has never been so featured. Seems daily, someone new joins the … Continue reading
Good Writing
I’m reading essays by journalist, Pete Hamill, a favorite writer of mine. If I had picked up, Piecework, earlier, it would have led my latest reading list. Compiled in 1996, I recall reading this collection then, but his writing has … Continue reading
The Barista and the Paperboy
Love is in bloom, and at 5 a.m. no less. I’ve been watching it unfold for months now, like an exotic plant acclimating to a hotter climate. Charlotte, I’ll call her, is overweight, but so, so pretty, reminding me of … Continue reading
Thongs, Laundry and the Ramones
I send my washing out, despite now having a lovely laundry at my disposal in the basement of my new building. Old habits die hard, what can I say? Jolly Chan’s, though he died 20 years ago and the business … Continue reading
Manners At Large
I often write about the New York subway, it’s ups and downs, the good, bad and the ugly, so when I found myself facing a fellow, quite Kennedyesque…6 feet 3, tawny, rumpled hair waving with arrogance, I can’t claim to … Continue reading