I’ve only told this story a couple of times since I moved to New York because I always got the feeling that people didn’t quite believe me. I’m very happy that my best friend Jeff Gauntt is now telling it in his blog. Read it
When the good people at Make the Road put out a call for volunteers to register voters, I knew I should sign up. It had been too long since I had done something charitable. Plus it was in Queens! On a Sunday! How could I say… Read More
Every so often, I try to clear a little space on my already overstuffed bookshelves. Today I’m leaving two books on my porch, one of which had a big effect on me when I first read it–and possibly on two people who didn’t.
I was making my way back to work after lunch with a friend at La Loteria, one of the few Mexican restaurants I like in Manhattan. I don’t like to walk around in Greenwich Village because I always get lost, but I do it because,… Read More
It won’t come as a surprise to learn that I’m not comfortable dancing. That’s exactly why last year, for my wife’s birthday, I signed us up for dance classes. The gift was not me learning to dance, it was my willingness to put up with… Read More
There I was, in a crowded 4 train on my commute to work in the Financial District, reading another horrifying story about the ravages of neoliberalism, when something caught my eye.
As I do most nights (and as she described in this lovely article), I was reading to my wife in bed. This time, it was a very strange story about a community of people who believe a ’90s children’s movie starring Sinbad has disappeared, possibly… Read More