Category Archives: New York City

Blessed Are The Peacemakers

I get so much shit, for being nice, pardon my parlance, choosing to take the highroad since there’s less traffic on it, if you will. I’m amazed how often my cheerful countenance is challenged as though I suffer from some debilitating … Continue reading

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Fat Man At My Table

I’m in Starbucks at my usual table when a very large man sits in the chair across from me. “Excuse me,” I say, “but why are you here?” properly startled. He says, “It’s community seating, so I can sit where … Continue reading

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Puppy, Clean and Pressed

 Meet Miles, my new neighbor on the 6th floor. We actually met in the laundry room when he popped out of a bath towel. I jumped, thinking he was a big rat since rumor has it, we had one the … Continue reading

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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

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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

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Kissing In The Moonlight

 They were tiny and squat, hooked at the hip, two figures you’d idly sketch on a notepad. His face, buried in her neck, half concealed, while hers, tilted upward, shimmered like a big, round pearl. Such a landscape it made, … Continue reading

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The French Press

I thought the French press was something the French did in bed. Who knew it was an odd looking coffee pot. Certainly not me who spends a small fortune at Starbucks, which is why, I thought, I’ll just buy myself a … Continue reading

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Breakfast Served Anytime

You never know what will turn your head or make your day. There’s a little luncheonette on Lexington Avenue, in the 80s, that’s been there since 1926.    They used it in the beginning of the 1975 film, Three Days … Continue reading

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Zeke and Al

Al is a mutt, and Zeke, a five year-old boy, with autism.  Think Timmy and Lassie, just a tad imperfect. Zeke’s mom has her hands full, which is why, when I see Al, tied to the no-longer-in-use phone booth in … Continue reading

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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

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