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Bundled up in Midtown during the last snow of winter.
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Disappointment
It’s a holiday today, so along with watching online updates from the inauguration and marking things off my to-do list, I get to be home during the day to eat lunch at my very own table. This never happens (except on the weekends, but let’s not nitpick)! I felt like I had to eat a sandwich today, because, you guys, we need to talk about expectations and major disappointments. Real life lessons only here on this site.
Over the weekend, I’m sad to say, I finally ate one of those classic sandwich at Katz’s. Sad to say, because it took me my entire early life to make it there and, well, it was meh. The food was fine. The restaurant was a mess. The employees and the patrons looked like they hated everything. New York has so many food institutions I feel awful about skipping, but no more. Excuse me while I just stick to Mile End’s ever-reliable smoked meat from now on. -
Poughkeepsie houses, seen from the Walkway Over the Hudson.
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Winter Musings
The older I get, the more I feel like I learn about the town where I was raised. You’d think that I pretty much had it covered, seeing as I did spend the first eighteen years or so of my life traipsing around it, but in my case years didn’t mean I had much covered at all.
This morning we traveled north along the Hudson River to my childhood home for a few days with family for Christmas. Every time I come back there’s always another trail or road or town to be seen and explored. The last few times we’ve visited we always end up dusting off the ol’ wellies, wading around the creek, and doing our best not to drench our phones, cameras, and, less importantly, ourselves. Clearly the freezing water and possibility of pneumonia didn’t deter us at all. I’m becoming brave in my old age. -
The City College of New York, West Harlem
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Calexico at Webster Hall, October 13th
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Haircut Schmaircut
I’ve spent the better part of two years growing out my hair, and truth be told, I’m can’t tell you why. Call it a case of the have-to’s, but I really did feel like I had to. Beginning around age fourteen I cut my long hair to above shoulder length and didn’t really look back. It went from kinda-short to wow-it’s-really-short to just awkwardly growing out. The one common factor in it all has been simple impatience. Getting past the uncomfortable middle growth between cuts is not for the faint of heart, and I was very, very faint.
Then I made a decision, again for reasons I can’t explain, to do it. To have long hair, at least once. It was tough, but a never ending supply of top knots and a upcoming wedding kept me courageous. Thank goodness for the ballerina bun trend, am I right? (Thanks also to Drano, without which I couldn’t have lived with my constantly clogging drains.)
But as you can see, on a rainy NYC night I paid a visit to Whittemore House, said goodbye, and left the long-hair-world behind. So, what’s say we meet here again in ten years for the next big cut? Great. -
Pumpkin patches at Meadowbrook Farm.
