low overhead

(in more ways than one)

I don't know if they've been 

operating THIS way for 26 years,

but they sure don't have to worry about how they're going to
pay the rent for the shop—no small thing in this economy.
Might get a bit chilly though.

then and now

No, it's not a bakery.  Not even close.  But

once upon a time—and how cool is 

it that this antiques store 

didn't feel the need to change that?

 I don't even know what this place is called. 

I just know that I really want that horse!

Miracle on Vanderbilt Ave.

Was walking home last night when I came upon
this inspiring scene.  The guy who was walking
next to me stopped too—and like it was
choreographed, we both whipped out a camera
and snapped a shot.  Then we looked at each
other and had a good laugh.

Free Tibet

Fifty years and counting. I wonder how

many times this scene was repeated

around the world yesterday.

I've felt a connection (unexplained)

with Tibet since I was 11 or 12—about the

time the Dalai Lama was forced to flee.

I'll never forget the way I felt when I

unexpectedly found myself 

five feet from him.

the Chelsea Hotel

Used to live around the corner from the Chelsea,

home at the time to, among others, Viva, whom

I knew vaguely from back when—and her daughter

Gaby Hoffman, who stood in front of the movie

theater down the block when Field of Dreams

was playing there, and told all the passersby to

go in and see "my movie."  Cute?  Obnoxious?

You decide.

Sat. night at Rodeo Bar

. . . and the Lone Sharks rocked the joint until
the wee hours.  Here's my question:
How come I can barely walk and chew gum at
the same time, and my bro Chris here can do
something different with each limb—and sing—
all at the same time??  So unfair.

barefoot in the park

Last Monday we were snowed in and

the temp was about 8°F.  Today we're

all walking around in T-shirts!  Hope

this trend continues.  I know I'm ready

for spring—how about you?