As I predicted, I awoke this morning to a wintry scene of edges rounded with white, trees laced with soft puffs of snow, and, this being NYC, the less-romantic sight of salty,…
New York City
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The holiday season in New York City can get a little nuts. Despite being a secular Christmas-celebrating atheist half-Jew (or perhaps because of it), I do my best to succumb to the…
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Our little Manhattan apartment is way, way uptown—further up than even the Upper West Side and Harlem—in a neighborhood that, depending on who you talk to, might technically be part of Hudson…
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I took a little walk in the West Village tonight. It will officially be fall in a few hours, and summer decided to give us one last hurrah with temperatures in the…
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I’m half-deaf, my nose is sunburned, and my throat feels like sandpaper, but I’m still high on happiness following yesterday’s 52nd birthday celebration for Michael Jackson in Prospect Park. It was 95°…
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We left Brooklyn in 2004. I doubt we’ll ever live there again, but I do still miss it. A couple of weeks ago, I met up with Jenna and Sara (and associated…
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Last summer, Spike Lee organized the first-annual Brooklyn Loves Michael Jackson Birthday Party in Prospect Park, and it was awesome. I’ve never attended an even of that scale (20,000 people!) before that…