Everything that lives and breathes has to move. Movement is essential to life. We move to where the food is, to where the work is, where more happiness lies, and to where love itself lies. The potential and promise of more keeps life dynamic. It keeps love strong. Continue reading
Those of you who watch this space might also know that I’m a transplanted Southern man, born (though not necessarily raised) in Raleigh, North Carolina, when North Carolina was a much more southern state, and, long ago, even a state in the Confederacy. Continue reading
Wisdom is the kingdom you get to be in simply through time, through age.
At that stage when your memory is kaput and you’ve forgotten everything you learned, you’re simply old enough to know better, which is that old line your parents laid on you whenever you did something dumb.
Of course you knew better then, when you lived under their roof and ate their food and wore their clothing and wrecked their cars. You knew that you were by no means old enough, but you also knew that you knew more than your parents did. You knew that if they knew better, they wouldn’t aim blunt and tiring old weapons at you like the “You know better” bomb.
And when you reach that lofty point where you really do know better, your parents are too far away to hear you admit, after the all of it, that they were right.
Paan is wonderful.
Applectomy: to enter a shop with the sole intention of purchasing apples there, thereby removing them from the premises Continue reading
It wasn’t that he left me,
Because he never was really with me. Continue reading
Once upon a time, I drove somewhat regularly to the Outer Banks of North Carolina. And on one those drives, the mighty Atlantic Ocean washed away NC Route 12, the only road that goes south past the town of Nags Head. Continue reading
On a certain episode of the classic TV sitcom Dinosaurs, Earl Sinclair admonished his rebellious teenage son Robbie that “School is a place you go to be out of this house.” Continue reading
Well, this week is shaping up to be a good one for the thee-atah. Monday night was excellent fun, because “The Play that Goes Wrong” lives up to its name and then some. It’s an off Broadway show, so good I will see it again in early June. It’s marvelously wacky and unpredictable. If your life lacks stability, you might feel threatened by every moment of it. Or it might be just the ticket. Don’t miss it if you’re in the city. Continue reading
OKay now, just for fun, I happened to recall certain things from my childhood—which is still in progress, but at a later stage. Continue reading
If you’re in Manhattan and you need a bathroom, now you know where it is: on the east side of Madison Square Park, quite close to 23rd Street.
As you can see, it’s out of commission right now. That doesn’t surprise me one bit, knowing as I do the fate of anything “public” here. Its door is open and the amber “Out of Order” lamp is glowing.
It wasn’t very clean inside. It showed the usual public bathroom maladies, situations similar to those pranks that your delinquent high school friends pulled in your school toilets.
Well, the deal was that someone in NYC wanted to install these units around the city, but the idea never flushed—I mean fleshed—out, because no one wanted the thing too close to their shop or store or office. So another attempt to lay a much-needed veneer of civility and public accommodation over the gritty City was lost.
Which is really a shame. Many great cities in other lands have public toilets. And In NY, even in places that allow you to use the toilet, there’s never enough equipment.
To end this post on a high note, I’ve included a nice view of the Empire State Building, to the top of which everyone who visits Manhattan should go whenever possible. The view is beyond stupendous, and you will feel wonderfully terrifying sensations in your lower legs that you won’t feel anywhere else.
Have a nice day!
I ❤️ NY.
