As you may know, I have a well-documented fear of dolls. So, the other night when I was walking home up Madison Avenue I was a little spooked when I passed the window display for “Chuckies” shoe store on Madison Avenue and 85th Street. I remember when the store first opened the name made me [...]

Jules treated me to a very U.E.S. and very special birthday brunch at Sarabeth’s today: This kid came up to our table and asked if we wanted to see a magic trick.  He was good.  His name is Cooper, he’s in 4th grade somewhere in Connecticut, and I will be surprised if he does not [...]

The last time I vomited was also the last time I ate at Jamba Juice on Lexington Ave and 87th Street, two years ago.  It was the oatmeal with some sort of “berry” topping.  Granted, I was hungover, but I have never on any other occasion in my life vomited in association with alcohol consumption. [...]

Cement paving or something on my block in the middle of the night last month (11/6/10) Reminds me of one of my favorite Annie Lennox songs, Pavement Cracks, which was actually playing in my Chase branch the other day.

I have too many blogs.  I think I will soon integrate my Pigeon blog and Vanity Plate blog with this one.  And I am going to write about whatever I want to write about.  Trying to keep each blog so narrowly focused has been holding me up from posting anything at all.  So, here goes [...]

I’m still here on the U.E.S.  Been overwhelmed and paralyzed by mundane decisions to make- such as what to include and exclude on this site.  I’m just going to go for all of it for now…that is, what interests or entertains me…I hope it interests and entertains you, too.

I can’t believe I’ve neglected you for over a month. I’m sorry! This is all I can offer for now, some free association… The other day I was at the CHASE (formerly WAMU) on 88th and Madison, waiting in line to deposit a check. Only one teller was present and was busy helping a Hasidic [...]

Walking by the Food Emporium on 87th Street and Madison Ave I thought I saw an abandoned funky snowboard out of the corner of my eye.  I was disappointed to realize it was an ironing board. Wouldn’t it be so UNCOOL it’d be COOL to have a snowboard that looked like an old ironing board? [...]