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It was a drizzly morning. I went to an early movie this morning before my doctor’s appointment. Movie was down in Union Square, near my docs, so emerging from the subway is when you walk into Chess-Land. It had started … Continue reading
Rainy Twilight
It’s been cold and rainy here. A couple nights ago I came out of the Times building, into the chilly drizzle. It was 6 p.m. (I’ve learned that if I get on the bus at 6, I’m home relatively quickly. … Continue reading
“New York, New York, a helluva town. The Bronx is up but the Battery’s down.”
On the Town, for real. This photo above was just the tail-end of a much larger group. 7:30 p.m., last night, headed out onto 42nd Street. Thank you all for your service. It’s always so good to have you all … Continue reading
My Favorite Week in New York City
Fleet Week! We are overrun with sailors. I look forward to it every year and there were a couple of years when I worked in a building on the waterfront when I got to see all the ships come up … Continue reading
Chess in Union Square
The chess players in Union Square set up their tables year-round. On rainy days, they sit there under umbrellas. Passersby will stop and sit to play a game. Sometimes you can tell the two chess players are old friends, who … Continue reading
Coffee Break?
The Dark Knight, on a bitingly cold day, stalking through Times Square.
Shimmering Manhattan
Yesterday, I had to replace my Mac AirPort (a dinosaur, which suddenly crapped out after 7 years of faithful service), and then I was going to meet friends for drinks at the legendary Algonquin Hotel. There’s an Apple store in … Continue reading
New York Collage: I Get Around
The Flatiron Building On the side of a bar, on 9th Avenue. It was around 8:30 in the morning when I took this picture. Altogether too early for this level of nonsense. On the side of a bus, careening across … Continue reading
His Name Was Rico. He Wore a Diamond.
The ATM at the Copacabana, 47th Street, New York, NY.
The Books: Essays of E.B. White, “Here Is New York”
Next book on my essays bookshelf: Essays of E. B. White New York is one of the most evocative of cities. You could fill a library with works addressing its particular charms/annoyances/character. Like Paris, it exists as a symbol, as … Continue reading