I travel. A lot So why is it that of all the airports in the world (Third World included), the airport that frustrates me most is JFK? Yes, I know it’s old. Yes, I know that when it was first started in 1943 no one could have conceived it would ever become so big and… Read more »
the PRESIDENCY What good is being top of the heap when the heap is a pile of shit? INTELLIGENCE Intelligence is a burden from which the only relief is intelligence. LEADERSHIP I choose not to lead for fear of the characters who may follow. FRIENDS There is a major difference between friendliness and friendship. UNIQUE-NESS… Read more »
Can you be in love with a city—real, complex, complicated love? Absofuckinglutely. Can you be irritated, frustrated, and pissed with said city? Posifuckingtively. After posting last week’s ode to New York, I read a refreshing, candid article in W magazine (I know—it’s the last place I’d expect to find anything refreshing and candid either) by… Read more »
On October 4, 1965, the feast day of Saint Francis of Assisi, Saint Stephen of Hungary’s student body marched up to Third Avenue to wave to Pope Paul VI driving by on his way to Yankee Stadium in his limousine.This was important to me on a few levels: We were getting out of sixth grade… Read more »
Follow the believer. Are we not to believe? Is the age of belief behind us? “We also are looking for volunteer legal council, doctors, nurses, dentists, mental health professionals, an accountant, IT experts, artists, people willing to do loads of laundry and folks to print off fliers for us.” Occupy Wall Street http://nycga.cc/ One accountant…. Read more »
How do you give back: What is the importance of volunteering within your communities? In our hectic busy everyday lives, it may be hard to think of how could I possibly give or do anymore than I already am. We may say to ourselves I work really hard, I am passionate about my field, I… Read more »
My fondest memories begin on the Sunday mornings of my childhood when the rays of the sun passing through my cartoon themed bedsheets made a nickelodeon of my favorite animated television characters on my white long-john jammies. Make believe would stop for nothing other than the switching on of the harsh light from the ceiling. … Read more »
Ask a New Yorker: I’m with Luis “Squeegee” Castillo, author of “Club House Confidential”. Squeegee, please explain how you received your nickname. Squeegee: 1998 – first day on the job. Ask a New Yorker: What job? Squeegee: Yankee batboy. Ask a New Yorker: Hence the title, “Club House Confidential”. Squeegee: In 1998, I’m in the… Read more »
Ask a New Yorker: Where are you going? Rachel: I’m going to Trader Joe’s. Ask a New Yorker: Good to hear. How many Facebook friends do you have? Rachel: About 1000. Well between 900 and 1000. Ask a New Yorker: You are Uberchic. Rachel: I’m O.K. with that. Ask a New Yorker: Where are you… Read more »
The rare time I had enough money in my pocket as a kid to cause a dilemma over what to buy, the same three items recurred in my mind. Yesterday, I strolled through Central Park. Resting on a bench in front of the Delacorte Theater, I turned my eyes to the center of the… Read more »
