This time last week Hurricane Irene was on the way. How much would the wind blow? NYC went into lock down leaving us to sit indoors waiting in anticipation for the full fury… Continue reading
Hot Dog in New York City and his owner cooling off in the shade of Tompkins Square, down in Alphabet City.
Winter sunrise over the East River, New York, through a very dirty window.
A wonderful post, Dwellology, written by a New York realtor, caught my eye yesterday. Written from the heart, it exposed pangs in mine as I remembered, whilst trying so hard to forget, the… Continue reading
Or rather, the people who meet you. Stepping out yesterday a gentleman stopped me in the street. He had a mobile telephone to his ear and I assumed his stopping me with an “excuse… Continue reading
Obama takes out Osama. So many issues. The birthers braying for Obama’s certification one week to the deliverance of Osama Bin Laden the next. Arriving back in New York from London only an… Continue reading
. . . Philip Seymour Hoffman. Or rather, he bumped into me. I mumbled an “excuse me” and we did the two-step getting out of each other’s way shuffle – conducted in total silence on… Continue reading