Category Archives: travel
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
Best Story of the Week…April 26
I’m coming from the subway in Grand Central, when I see a young mother with a one-year old in a stroller. I watch her examine the stairs knowing, she’ll have a hard time maneuvering everything on her own. I look … Continue reading
The Hug That Was Felt Around The World
I’m in Greenpoint, the Detroit of Brooklyn, making my way home passing a furniture store. It’s not one that would normally catch my eye, since it looks like what my friend Camille would call, Early Bunker, but then something does … Continue reading
Best Story of the Week…April 5th
It’s 5 A.M. as I head to a job….quiet and misty, desolate and dark as I walk towards the Park with plans to cross it to catch the C Train. It’s a short walk I make often though some would … Continue reading
The New York City Subway
I’m on the number 5 headed home when I hear, we’ll be moving shortly…there’s traffic up ahead. Shortly turned into close to an hour forcing me to be patient, not an easy virtue when you’re underground, especially since the next … Continue reading
Run For Your Life
I run most mornings, and have since my 20s. I ran when few did, remembering being stopped in Italy by the police to find out what exactly I was running from. “Signorina, who is’a chaz’ing yooo’?” I’m convinced it’s one … Continue reading