Eighteen years is a long time. It’s enough time to mature from infant to adult, for edges to lose their sharpness and dull to the touch. Photographs fade and colors mute, losing their urgency, something belonging not to the moment, but to the past, tinted with nostalgia. Things shift, break apart, decompose–reduced to skeleton pieces;…
Tag: New York
The Day The Music Died
Another anniversary of late summer remembrance and sky blue conversations. Another year of promises never to forget. Another solemn reading of those three thousand names; names slowly fading in resonance next to the names of the Newtown children, the Boston marathon victims, the countless others whose names we have never heard, the ones who are…
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…
Wine and Cheese (Doodles) 