Earlier this year, near the end of spring, I found myself browsing one of my favorite haunts: Union Square Green Market, in the dead center of Manhattan. Now that my daughter is fully ensconced in her own Upper East Side … Continue reading
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“I’m on!” You stand there in the dank drizzle for hours, having woken up at 5:00 a.m., crawling straight from bed into hopefully impermeable chest waders and heavy fleece. Then you stand in the bow or stern of a pitching … Continue reading
Late last summer, I had my first chance to visit Brooklyn, which might well qualify as the current poster child for upscaling. Yuppies, having been shagged out of even the Lower East Side, have flocked to Brooklyn’s neighborhoods and transformed … Continue reading
Since emerging from a recent funk, I have come to some fairly garden-variety epiphanies. One is, life is too short to be on the mobile device when using the bathroom. As my sensei says, “Do one thing at a time.” … Continue reading
Some days even Superman can’t manage to get the cape on. I don’t have a story for all y’all today, but I do have a dish. Lately, I’ve been eating cheap duck from my new grocer, H-Mart, which sells five … Continue reading
Home. It’s where they have to take you back. In food terms, it’s where you grow, gather, catch, shoot, or otherwise scavenge your sustenance, and in this regard, the closer to where you lay your head down, the better. A … Continue reading
Something is happening and you don’t know what it is, do you, Mr. Jones? –Robert Zimmerman Hibbing, Minnesota I was feeling in need of some adventure the other day, so I grabbed my passport and shuffled my wing tips on … Continue reading
My literary empire is expanding. The last few weeks I have been contributing short pieces to The Spleen (www.the-spleen.com) called Mad Menus, that are essentially sidebars to Claire Moshenberg’s and E.C. Fish’s erudite recaps of recent Mad Men episodes. I’ll … Continue reading
There I was, sitting beneath 26 Edison lights glowing softly over the bar at the Pacific Grill — my friend Gordon Naccarato’s swanky Tacoma restaurant — slurping my second glass of wine, the delicious Townshend T3 blend that Gordon pours there by … Continue reading
“Red means run, son, numbers don’t add up to nothin’… –Neil Young, from “Powderfinger” As it happens, I was running the numbers the other day, as I am prone to doing. Maybe you’re not like me, but I am, … Continue reading
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