Warning! This post contains adult content!
Zany and I have turned the page. Her recent office move
to the extreme West Side has basically ruled out lunchtime adventures. Some companies sure know how to deliver a big
buzz kill. We are certain that without
our dollars, the midtown food truck economy is going to suffer. But, we have come to the conclusion that
Life is
always transitioning, renewing, and yearning to proliferate. But sometimes
things get in the way. A Father’s Day visit to Apple Trace reminds me that life
needs care and cultivation. We need to be our own gardeners. On this day of
fathers and sons, I am contemplating life and legacy as I bend and stoop and
struggle to pull the tough weeds that have engulfed the trees in my care. &
When the
thermometer flip flops between 70 degrees and 30 degrees during any given week,
it’s a pretty good bet I’ll get smacked with the dreaded spring sinus
infection. Within a matter of hours, I’m at least three of the Seven Dwarfs –
Drippy, Sneezy and Stuffy. I need therapy STAT.
As it
happens, Zany is nursing a pesky post-nasal drip as well, so we arrange for
immediate
It is the
darkest days of February. And frankly, the runway to February wasn’t all that
great either. Zany came down with strep throat and spent Christmas in the ER.
I’ve recently recovered from a virulent bout of food poisoning and have been
living on a steady diet of saltine crackers and Chicken and Stars soup. The soup just doesn’t taste as good as when I was
a kid. We are
It is that enchanting
season in New York City where the urban landscape is transformed. Ordinary
steel and cement is transfigured amidst a dazzling display of twinkling lights.
The urban landscape resembles storybook illustrations. In a fascinating, and
somewhat frightening phenomenon, department store buildings literally break
into holiday song. Tourists clog the streets and gridlock
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