Author Archives: Russ Wollman

About Russ Wollman

My feet are finally in the water, and I want to keep them there.

It’s a Most Unusual Play

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 … Continue reading

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Of Elephanants and Renstaurants and Strange Occurences

OKay now, just for fun, I happened to recall certain things from my childhood—which is still in progress, but at a later stage. I’m going to share them with you here. These are among the most intimate details of my … Continue reading

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Relief in Manhattan

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 … Continue reading

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Macy’s Has Everything

Those of you who are tuned in to my Fbook page know that I was in Macy’s at Herald Square, where I did not buy a KitchenAid mixmaster.

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Radio Italia

The bomb fell a mere two weeks after I landed in India, after my friend Alam and I had already endured a sleepless train ride, the rigors of air travel, and long hours in the car.

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On the Move in the Air, Once Again

After a noisy, restless 6 hours from New York on an aging Boeing 747, I’m enjoying some silence in London’s Heathrow airport, mercifully uncrowded on this first Sunday morning in February.

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Reclaiming lost ground

  This morning a storm of thoughts blew in while I lingered in bed in the dark, silent basement of a house in Fairfield, Iowa, where I’ve been since Saturday afternoon, December 1, to break from city life using a … Continue reading

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