Thursday afternoon Jeter and I took our last trip to Albany Muni in my Volvo. When we got there the odometer read 149,999 and it just seemed perfect. Truth be told, I was tempted to drive around the lot until the numbers rolled (figuratively) to 150,000 but it seemed too forced, and Jeter wouldn’t have … Continue reading Last ride
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Scenes – NYC, 11/10 & 11/11
No matter how many cities I visit, I will always love NYC the most. I can't imagine ever feeling the same combined sense of awe and comfort any other place in the world. From my earliest days exploring the city independently as a teenager, to last weekend, no other location inspires, contents and entertains me … Continue reading Scenes – NYC, 11/10 & 11/11
Obsession: Succession
I feel like I spend a lot of time apologizing for not having more time. Truly, time is the only thing I want more of in this life...October has been another month of concerts and games and parties and events and fun and not writing as often as I would like. There’s been something else, … Continue reading Obsession: Succession
A colorful and delicious night in Troy
Tuesday night I made my way to Troy to finally (after years of missing it) participate in the Night of the Walking Red. The event, organized by The League of Extraordinary Red Heads and hosted by Ryan’s Wake, annually gathers together natural redheads to celebrate how wonderfully special and unique they truly are in a … Continue reading A colorful and delicious night in Troy
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For the love of sixth grade
When I was in sixth grade, I had the coolest teacher ever. I now suspect that Mr. Warbrick, the first male teacher I ever had, was fairly new to the field. Teachers who so enthusiastically do their own thing, I’ve come to learn, are either fresh and green or comfortable veterans. The memories that stand … Continue reading For the love of sixth grade
(Not) Letting go
As of mid morning on Monday my hair still smelled like woodsmoke from Saturday night’s bonfire on Herring Cove beach. I washed it later in the day, but delaying the shampooing allowed the odor to linger in a lame attempt to cling to the week I had just spent at the Cape. It ended too … Continue reading (Not) Letting go
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