[Addendum: Ha! Obviously, I don’t love him well enough to spell his name right on the first go. It’s fixed now. Sorry, Mayor Mike!]
While we were all busy still celebrating the election (or lamenting it, I guess, if you’re a jerk), this piece of news slipped into the NYTimes last week:
In its struggle to make […]
Last week, whenever my birthday plans came up, my husband alluded to us going somewhere where I would pick something out. He had already made at least two trips to said place, it having been closed the first time he stopped by. All I knew was that it was somewhere fairly far downtown and I […]
From today’s NYTimes:
As economic indicators, the myriad colored signs above the registers at Gray’s Papaya, the Manhattan hot dog chain, leave something to be desired. They have advertised the stores’ “Recession Special” — two franks and a drink (anything but pineapple and orange) — since the late 1980s, through boom and bust, high times […]
The frío frío carts in my neighborhood are usually old grocery carts, surrounded by plywood, with slots for the syrups (and always with a handful of wasps buzzing around drunkenly) — they’re certainly not even close to Miguel Luciano’s (literal) work of art.
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Because there will come a day, maybe a Wednesday, when you will be sitting on an M train, heading downtown. You may be thinking of other things or listening to an iPod or watching a schoolteacher try to herd 17 8-year-olds onto the train but then you will see it, lying on the subway car’s […]
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