Dear New York, It’s October, Officially Fall, Autumn – my favorite, fave time of the year. I see you, in my mind’s eye and feel you in my heart. That breeze as I turn the corner onto any street facing west. I’m making my way toward my oasis, Central Park, to see the strat of leaves turning and take in the yummy stench of roasting chestnuts and the newer sweet nuts, on street carts. You love that they are there […]
Is it old school or old fashioned to actually have values? Does anyone even give a shit about the right way to speak to someone? The tone. The actual caring in your way of asking or even more significant, telling someone anything. How you feel or how you’d like them to do something or change something – again, anything. I grew up with yelling. Sometimes mean, fuck-you, rah-rah shouting or other times just loud passionate opinionated rants about politics, or food, […]
Everyone has a Campbell’s soup story. I think that brand single-handedly saved moms from thinking they were giving their kids crap for after school snacks. Their tomato soup is probably the most famous and also the chicken noodle, but in our house it was Scotch Broth. It had meat and veggies and barley and my mom decided it was good for us. I mean it says “a hearty soup” right on the label! We’d come home after school take out […]
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When I go home to NYC my main goal is to cover as much pavement as possible. I like to commune with the signage and window displays and outfits walking by. I want to examine the faces and smell the street. It takes me back in, into the fold, the real people culture of the natives. That takes me a good three or four days and then I can go to the museums… I take busses and subways of course, […]
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