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I try to be an environmental sort of fellow, an eco-friendly kind of person, a so-called “Green” in Conservative parlance, but at a certain point, certain people of a certain disposition might end up counting their chickens and their eggs and then say, certainly, “I give up.” Per my parenting adventures, I would like to… Read more »

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I try to be an environmental sort of fellow, an eco-friendly kind of person, a so-called “Green” in Conservative parlance, but at a certain point, certain people of a certain disposition might end up counting their chickens and their eggs and then say, certainly, “I give up.” Per my parenting adventures, I would like to… Read more »

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Ask a New Yorker: I’m with Alan Rabinowitz. Did you know that there was another Alan Rabinowitz that’s a famous zoologist? Alan: Yes I did. It’s not me. I’m the famous Internet marketer at SEO Image: http://www.seoimage.com/ Ask a New Yorker: Where do you live? Alan: New York City. Ask a New Yorker: Famous internet… Read more »

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I’m a rabbit who’s never left his warren. My family has lived on York Avenue in Manhattan since 1896. I own the horseshoe that hung over the front door of my great-grandparents’ apartment at #1403. I already have 1500 old photographs of Yorkville, but nothing pumped me up like my recent discovery of the Walker… Read more »

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My father yells ‘What you gonna do with your life?’ Oh daddy dear, you know you’re still number one But girls, they want to have fun Oh girls just want to have fun . . . Cyndi Lauper’s breakaway hit had a hook that never left you—it echoed through your brain until you couldn’t bear… Read more »

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Whether you’re looking to clean out your closet or fill it with new fashion finds without spending a fortune, a thrift store can be a fantastic way to go. New York City boasts charity shops benefiting a range of causes, including disease treatment and prevention, community services, arts organizations, and more. And since many thrift… Read more »

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I saw this 1967 Chevelle on 81st Street last night and was taken back to a moment at the John Jay pool, late summer, right before 8th grade. It was an after-dinner swim and there was a sweet evening breeze. Freddy Muller and I were playing that stupid game popular with 13-year-old boys: taking as much… Read more »

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Who’s that petite single New York writer I keep seeing on TV with the fabulous sense of style? You know, the one with the rocking bod and kind of unconventional face who so breezily mixes glamour with sarcasm and wit? I think her name starts with a C… Meet Carole Radziwill—Emmy and Peabody-award winning journalist,… Read more »