I was walking through Prospect Park the other day and saw a squirrel with a thick black bushy coat and thought, “Gee, it’s gonna be a long, snowy winter.” Then I realized it was April. Oh-kay!! Here is a dish that I posted on the ‘gram this week that got a lot of requests. The
I first viewed this extraordinary photo of the Golden Gate Bridge taken by an old friend of mine about a week ago on Facebook. Here in New York we are cloistered in our sad and stricken little bubble. Since we can’t leave, I was having a hard time imagining what the rest of the country
Who likes to watch paint dry? Well, me, for starters. Ask my ex-wife. I once did 7 coats of our newborn’s bedroom before I figured out the streak I was trying to remove was actually a shadow. But I digress. Gravlax is sublime. Versatile. Healthy. And delicious. Your friends on Zoom will be impressed and
There has been no dearth of literature on the situation we all find ourselves in. No one is unaffected. Wherever you are reading this, you are trying to figure out what next? Who should you believe? What’s your personal plan of action? How are you going to stay sane? Fellow scribes of mine, blessed (or
Some cook for nourishment, others for sport. I fit into the latter, generally inspired by bad TV, good jazz, or a couple of fingers of scotch. Hunger can also be provocation and it helps that in my suburban Chicago home-away-from-home we have a grocery store eight steps from my front door that stays open until
Last Tuesday I had lunch in Capetown, dinner in Johannesberg, breakfast the next morning in London, and a slice on Sixth Avenue eight air-hours later, before strolling into my New York office just in time to watch the United States Senate acquit the President of the United States. Please read on, dear friends. This is
The words of Woody Guthrie were ringing in my head as I scrolled through my snapshots trying to capture this story. They say we’re a nation of laws but I say we’re a land of people. I’ve nearly run off the road trying to photograph a stunning sunset, but in the end it’s the faces
If the road is in your soul, is it possible to pass it down through your DNA? Perhaps that’s a question best left to the nature versus nurture debate, because I’ve raised my boys on a steady diet of beef jerky, chips and thousand-mile drives, and they are still coming along for the ride. I
My apartment is really small. It’s four floors up. It has been known to house unexpected wildlife. The rent is more than most people’s mortgage. And still, my boys come home. Young Matthew was first back to the city this year, down from UVM while his brother was toiling with finals at Ithaca. Matty’s only
My son was a lousy batter. There. I said it. The kid was sports-addled from the age of 3 when he was a pumpkin head on a chubby body swatting wiffle balls with a fat red bat. In the heyday of his Little League years he was a great team leader and solid fielder, but
