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One cab ride among many

Tonight with a friend I drove to Brooklyn from Glen Cove, Long Island, where we had a short Transcendental Meditation retreat that gave us a much-needed few hours in the woods near the water, far away from the grind, the … Continue reading

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Forever Young

The rain will continue through the night, but my journey home, my second try—the consequence of misplaced keys, a rarity in my recent experience—has come to an end.

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Listen Up

Talking with friends over supper, one of us suddenly embarked on the topic of relationships—specifically male/female bonds.

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Round and Round and Round We Go!

Those of you who are following this space know that something’s up, something even higher than the Empire State Building, which I did not visit during my two-month tour of the B-g A—e. 

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Ending or Beginning? No matter. Life is circular.

The trip began very close to its end, on Fulton Street.

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A New (York) Man.

You know that feeling, feeling like you have to apologize for being alive? For taking up space in their world? For consuming their oxygen? Like you’re not entitled to it even if you’ve worked hard? New York’s a great place … Continue reading

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How do they keep it running?

Here in NY, unlike where I live in Iowa, there are plenty of places to go to in the mornings—and maybe even more at night. I still go to bed early, like an Iowa farm boy.

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