The knock
It was so faint, I was sure I must have imagined then knock — on a neighbor's door? — so I didn't bother putting pants on, but just in case, I crossed the apartment to answer it, in my writing uniform, comfy boxer briefs, black gym socks and crocs. He was there. It was a timid neighbor, new to the building, at his wit's end with the century-old plumbing, ready to smash his radiator or pay someone to do it and buy some upgrade. He had seen a radiator on the staircase, a stran
Sunset! (Christmas homecoming)
I just had a wonderful time visiting my family in Chicago for Christmas. So good to see everyone. (And it cleared my head to break...
NYC gets to work
1 a.m. Thursday night. Bike ride home, 8th Ave in Hell's Kitchen. I need to explore the city more on weeknights. It comes alive in...
The adventures of Dave and Bobby Sneakers: before the storm
"No pictures!" I reminded him. I hadn't showered, writing in my sweatpants, still had afternoon bedhead.
"Dude! Check yo
