Dispatches from ExpensiveTownUSA
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March 8th, 2017 The weather remains schizophrenic. The news keeps up just fine. This morning the wind howled down the avenue and the rain tap tapped on our pre dawn…
Read MoreEavesdropping with Peter Pan – Adventures in Public Transport
February 25th, 2017 Cambridge, MA I read somewhere once that eavesdropping is good for writing. Hearing that gave me great freedom and shameless confidence. In eavesdropping. It is unseasonably warm.…
Read MoreGetting Inducted into NFL Hall of Fame?
Tuesday February 8th, 2017 “We stand with you” a tiny post it on the door of the Yemeni laundromat. “How are you?”, “I’m okay, everyone is fine.” We talk about…
Read MoreTurn off the Radio
“I know, I know, It’s an artificial lake, But the swans are real and the trees look great, Put your bite into the bark, and try to take, A little…
Read MoreFrom Brooklyn to Myrtleville – Thank you to the Pine Lodge
January 11th, 2017 Prospect Park. Fishmongers and vegetable stands setting up the farmer’s market. Waking up. Walking. Down by the lake. Sunrise. Dog walkers. Joggers. A woman standing on pile…
Read MoreNew York is cold but I like where I’m living
Orphaned Christmas trees line the footpaths. Some in clear plastic bags. Like palm tree Laura Palmers. Back in Brooklyn. I took a week off after St. Stephen’s Day. I…
Read MoreOverheard on the Q53 Bus
Overheard on the Q53 – St. Stephen’s Day, Dec 26th 2016 “What do they do at their church, Daddy?” “They pray.” “Like how you pray at at the mosque Daddy?”…
Read MoreMy Taxi Driver’s Name Is Joe
My taxi driver’s name is Joe. He is Brooklyn Italian. He tells me that my neighbour Hector is 65 today and that he himself is 81. I am not even…
Read MoreAdvent in Brooklyn
Advent in Brooklyn Already two bottles of liquor on the counter at Meat Market. Customer appreciation, the Brooklyn-Italian way. It produces a feeling akin to the season’s first airing of…
Read MoreA) Baseball and Circus B) Big City Folk Song Club
The ugliness of the election. On both sides, anyone with senses feels soiled. The ugliness of the election contrasted with the natural beauty of Autumn in the north east.…
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