Past midnight on a rainy late December evening in Manhattan. To say it was raining was an understatement: it was torrential, and cold as well. The bar near Port Authority was truly skanky and smelled like unwashed union guys, stale beer and urine. The burger joint that came after the bar was pretty much the same. But that night … no one cared.
I’ve been walking to work for the past couple of months (excluding the very snowy days) and have been loving it. In addition to getting about four miles of additional exercise each day, it offers me a chance to wake up and spend some time in the sunlight before cloistering myself into my cube each day. In case it’s not obvious by my Twitter feed there isn’t a lot of work these days so my cube time is starting to […]
On a frigid day in January 2009 I ventured out with thousands of fellow New Yorkers celebrating the end of a dark era in American politics. Despite the sub-zero wind chill we watched the giant TV screens in Times Square as Barak Obama recited the oath of office for the presidency of the United States.