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Category Archives: Foot It
Happy Thanks-For-Nothing!
I’m walking home from work, and I’m freezing cold. Near the produce stand at the intersection of Broadway and Houston stands a gaunt urchin in a Bad Religion T-shirt and an army jacket. “Spare some money so I can … Continue reading
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Down-to-Earth Stars
I see famous people. There’s one now: indie filmmaker and downtown fixture Jim Jarmusch (Broken Flowers). It’s dark, I’m leaving work and he’s moving east on Prince Street. I’ve seen him in my neighborhood before. Today he looks like … Continue reading
Juniors and Seniors in Obama-Rama
I take a detour on my walk to work so I can help make history. That’s right, I step inside the seniors center on Allen Street where I am registered to vote, and my wife and I do our civic … Continue reading
Halloweenies
“Yo!” shouts the bicyclist going the wrong way on a one-way. God am I happy he didn’t ram me with his 10-speed. “Ass-munch,” I mumble. What is it with you, Bicyclists? I used to ride, too, before my mountain bike … Continue reading
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Shanghai’d!
Part I: Shanghai on the Hudson I take a right outside my apartment building instead of my usual left, and in seconds I’m on the other side of the world. In China, to be precise. At least mentally. … Continue reading
Hang Up Stoop-y, Stoop-y Hang Up
Leaving work, I drag my hung-over ass down to King Street for something to eat. I shuffle toward Mekong, a Vietnamese joint on the corner of King and 6th, and I pass Arrojo Studio, Nick “Hairdresser-to-the-Stars” Arrojo’s salon. Then … Continue reading
Insecurity Guard
Inside the rear entrance of the building where I work, I just remember I forgot my wallet. It wouldn’t make a difference if I were entering my building through the usual front lobby. The comically lax security guard there … Continue reading
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O, Sha!
They can’t do it. They won’t even be able to do it. And yet, there they are: two Latino men outside a (surely illegal) construction site on Spring Street between Mulberry and Lafayette. They wave their arms to help … Continue reading
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This Magic Moment. Then That Magic Moment.
Some days I walk to work convinced I’ll have nothing to write about. This morning, for instance. Could I really eke out a whole column on the rampant construction along Houston Street? All right, one hardhat on a ladder … Continue reading
Be a Man-Child
“Hi, have a good day.” An obese guy in his twenties says this to me on the corner of Houston and 6th Avenue as I head to work. Maybe he’s in his thirties. Hell, forties? It’s hard … Continue reading
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