Tag: weekend column

I live alone, so I was startled to hear a sneeze from someone other than myself.

From e-bikes to blueberries to SNL, some observations about what is going on in NYC and our neighborhood.

When time is up, whole histories fall into the churn.

The last time I took the 1, an upstanding citizen drove his motorcycle into the subway car. Why was he taking the train?

The space expands and lightens your being. You immediately lose seven pounds.

If you are going to acquire art, it should be something that puts your head in a place you want it to be.

A woman and her granddaughter stopped in. The girl ended up having a first lesson. Now she can knit.

One can have dinner and then walk across the room to their seat for a performance.

A used book store is a rescue mission. They have what showed up at the door.

The doorman on Central Park West was positioned in front of the entrance, shaded by the awning, dressed for another century.

Black & white has determination. It comes in the door with an edge, talking tough in a fedora.

I can’t imagine living there for forty-some years after such a horrendous loss.

The sun is still low, and the cast shadows would sweep like the hands of a clock.

We are invested in Flaco’s adventure, seeing ourselves in the story and imagining the corner of our cage opening up, and...off we go.

It’s called Verdi Square, but it’s not square.

This is a place with a long memory, a big heart, and a touch of steel. Those are good things to have in a community.

The big snowstorm is still out there. We are going to get walloped. Don’t say I didn’t tell you.

Studio 79 is a classy space with jewelry and women’s fashion, but it’s a showroom salon, not a warehouse. 

Many WSR readers were supportive of my quest for a new studio, and I want to thank all of you for your encouragement.

Before the pandemic, one of the restaurants in my regular rotation was Cassis, near 70th on Columbus.