Sitting in Bryant Park the other day, I was blinded by the sea of pasty white flesh. Shirtless elderly men, waiting for their turns at the bocce courts, straddled the lawn chairs backwards, the wide expanses of their wrinkled backs exposed to the sun. Business women lounged in their lacy…
Where’s My Megaphone?
*drags forward a fair trade certified, paraben and phthalate free soap box, gives it a little dust off, climbs on, clears throat* Rod Stewart is the Antichrist. No wait, that's not what I wanted to talk about today. Though while we're slightly off topic and I've already made one reference…
‘ello Guvna
There are days when I can't imagine ever leaving this area. Then I read the Travel section of the New York Times and I can't imagine ever staying in this area. But then I spend a random Saturday wandering around an abandoned military installation overrun for the day with artsy…