Alone on the bus, a few blocks from the final stop, I looked around and also alone in the passage way was a piece of kale. It had fallen out of the Trader Jo’s bag of the disembarking man at the stop from which we had just pulled away from the curb. There was tenderness …
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Rats
Are these Union displays the same in all US cities?
Could Not Resist
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Airborne
This post has nothing to the with the City, but with the city. Not everyday does a longtime friend start and finish building a plane in 19 months and fly it. And live to tell it. Congrats Rich. That is a lifetime accomplishment. What’s next?
A Perfect Day
Yesterday was one of those days that reminds me why I love living in the City. Took two hours to put myself together ‘casually’ for a national commercial audition. With a commercial, one is either the face or not; real simple. However, my haircut did match the story board exactly. When finished there, went to …
Someone Had to Try It
I often read about making cheese sandwiches in the toaster by turning it on it’s side to keep the cheese in place. It wasn’t exactly a cheese sandwich, but was something that should bake in the oven. In my small space, my oven is used for storage, so the toaster looked attractive. The resulting story …
Kickpleat, Side Vents and Labels on Sleeves
It is all I can do, not to tap them on the shoulder and tell them that the kick pleat on the coat they are wearing, [the bottom point of the pleat is stitched together,] is meant to be cut prior to wearing so that it moves to open as they walk. Saw it on …
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Skye Ferrante
Met this artist on the street in SoHo, 2010 Revisited him- he is now well established. His continuous strand wire portraits are of real people. The titled ones are of burlesque personalities. These are signed with his signature in the bends in the corner. His work is wondrous to behold.
The Bewitching Hour
It’s Sunday afternoon, the street is silent: minimal vehicular traffic: not a police siren for hours, and not a voice under my window. It’s SuperBowl Sunday! Amazing it is, that no one needs to do all the usual things. The folk is tucked away in cafes, apartments bars, watching grown men fight to the …
Score Again
for the Doubting Thomas side. Awoke this morning to a non-event. It actually looks like less snow than when I went to bed. The traffic ban is lifted, cars are driving and I can see the pavement from the plowing. The subway will soon be up and running. All is well and I have an …