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“You’re not thinking of jumping, are ya?” It’s barely light when I climb onto the running track that surrounds the Central Park Reservoir, named for Jackie O who used to circle it, just like I’m about to do. There’s hardly … Continue reading
I’m in the elevator with a woman in a fur coat I think lives on 12. She’s in her 80s, still snappily dressed, but occasionally stalls like a Chevy forgetting where she’s parked. I was told by her daughter, if … Continue reading
There’s a middle-aged man living in my building who suffers from acute panic attacks. Bald, a little hunched over, we literally run into each on the stairs. Despite an elevator, I make myself take them since for forty years, lived … Continue reading
I was hurrying to catch a van midtown when I saw a man clearly struggling leaning against a building. He looked as if he was undergoing treatment, a paleness giving him away, while a tube ran up his nose over … Continue reading
My 89 year-old neighbor, who’s lived in my building since the year I was born, is leaving to move into an assisted retirement community in Washington D.C after being diagnosed with early Alzheimer’s. Boy, did I not see that one … Continue reading
It’s a jungle out there, I’m often told, and this one day in particular echoed that sentiment. I get on the 6 train coming from Brooklyn proceeding to sit between a hulking construction looking guy, and a black man in … Continue reading
You’ve heard of the Connecticut kiss haven’t you…when someone smooches the air instead of you? This is the squeeze version. A friend (or foe) leans in only to touch you as if you had leprosy. That’s an insult, not a … Continue reading