Category Archives: nature
Best Story of the Week…March 11th
There’s a runner I see every morning who, at 6 a.m. is already leaving the Park when I get there. He’s an African man, sturdy and strong, fast like a bullet I’ve always admired. Our relationship consists of a nod, … Continue reading
Best Story of the Week…February 25th
5:45 A.M. I’m heading towards the Park when I see a newspaper delivery man I bump into most mornings. “Good morning,” I said, same as every day, and same as every day, he doesn’t respond. So me, being a little … Continue reading
Best Story of the Week…February 18th
5:45 a.m. I’m heading to the Park ambling up East 90th Street, approaching a young woman walking three dogs: a Black Lab, a White Lab and a Chihuahua. As I’m about to pass, the Chihuahua starts barking at me doing … Continue reading
Best Story of the Week…February 4th
It’s Tuesday, the day after the snow storm that paralyzed New York City for a whole day, but like always, she got up off the mat and got on with her business, explaining why I’m out in my Teddy Roosevelt … Continue reading
Bud Without Lou
I wrote a while back about two Irish Setters named Bud and Lou I see in the Park most mornings. Like redheaded racehorses, when they see me coming, gallop to greet me. About a month ago, their mistress, who had … Continue reading
Best Story of the Week…January 14th
I’m on my way home through the Park, midday, when I see a handsome man maybe in his 40s, walking a beautiful dog. A mutt you’d call her, since she’s clearly a mix, legs of a Greyhound with the face … Continue reading
The Great Outdoors
It’s a little before 6 as I make my way to the Park, welcomed by a young raccoon. He’s ambling towards his tree, in no hurry, like Huckleberry Finn. If he had a fishing pole and a banjo, it wouldn’t … Continue reading
Best Story of the Week…November 19th
I believe in cause and effect. What you do, how you treat others, will come back to you in kind. I’m waiting for a friend when it starts to pour. I could run for cover, but have no way of … Continue reading
Tales From The Front
I’ve always wondered what it’s like to have really big boobs, the kind Marilyn Monroe and Jayne Mansfield had. A sweater girl, as they were called in the 40s and 50s. One who filled hers out like nobody’s business. I’m … Continue reading