Easy Like Sunday Morning

Dear Sunday, I miss you. I remember those times when you would roll up, all cool and slow, and we would greet you like a long-forgotten friend.  You would  show up with your hat full of rainy-day ideas, bags stuffed full of lazy afternoon notions and un-hurried schemes, splaying them on the carpet in jumbles and…

Breakfast at Tiffany’s

Leave New York for a few years and things change.  The M train becomes a legitimate, viable option. Bridges are renamed, bike lanes birthed, favorite restaurants shut down.  Young muscled men on the subway sell fruit snacks and granola bars instead of candy and batteries. But some things never change.  The silhouette of a saxophonist…