Category Archives: travel
Did You Know?
Eleanor Roosevelt was a hair under six feet tall, and the first, First Lady (1933-1945) to ever ride in an airplane. Wonder if she bumped her head. In 1921, President Warren Harding’s Airedale Terrier, Laddie Boy, was the first White … Continue reading
Best Story of the Week…Raccoons on Parade
Between Covid life, and the heat, people are getting up earlier. Nature, however, never alters her rhythms, no matter what. It’s daybreak, the prettiest time of the morning, as I make my way north. There are bikers to my right, … Continue reading
Old Levis…Old Friends
My jeans should be willed to the Smithsonian, they’re that old and tattered…sewn, stitched, patched, the original denim humbly peeking through. If they could only talk, the tales they could tell. We’ve been through a lot together, well traveled, zipped … Continue reading
Tip of the Iceberg
To get off the subject of the apocalypse for a minute, I found myself chatting with King Midget about books. He’s reading the new Erik Larson on Churchill. I had said, I loved his book, Devil in the White City, … Continue reading
Woman of Steel
My favorite New York City landmark is the Brooklyn Bridge, who I’m pretty sure is a lady. You would too if you saw her at night all lit up in her evening clothes. She’s a mother figure as well, since … Continue reading
Doin the Wave
Whenever I’m coming home from my run, and see the crosstown bus waiting at the light on Fifth, I wave to the bus driver. Why? Oh I don’t know, it’s the pup in me I guess, who’s happy and friendly … Continue reading
Famous Last Words
Speaking of the dead… I always wonder if the person taking flight knows, and if so, how? Does someone who went before only you can see, come to escort you? Is it like in the film, Heaven Can Wait, when … Continue reading
EEL. EEL. Bean Oootlet.
I ran into Diego, a guy from my old neighborhood who works as a handyman, a Jack of all trades if there ever was one. He was dressed from head to toe in bright whites…Polo Shirt, Bermudas, sneaks that looked … Continue reading
You Look Tired…Are You Tired?
Yes, I’m tired of you saying, I look tired. She’s my neighbor on 12 I’m very nice to…leave notes, that seasonal bouquet, and in return, I’m examined like a Chevy that any minute will get her tires kicked. I almost … Continue reading
A Face In the Crowd
I saw her strolling, her golden blonde hair picking up the late afternoon light. She had an ice cream cone in one hand, a Chanel purse, the other. I remember trips to the Met, sated in Renoirs, Lunch of the … Continue reading