Not like this. (A near death experience in Brooklyn).
Choking on peanut butter is no fun. Eating peanut butter with a spoon doesn’t sound like dicing with death, but it was for me.
A most unamerican thing on 5th Avenue.
I kept reminding myself to look up in Manhattan. Even a tourist is quick to forget just how blessedly high and mighty and vertical and vertiginous everything is. But sometimes, even in New York City, it pays to look down instead. Or perhaps not. You decide. As my daughters and …
Advertising characters.
I thought George and I would talk, by which I mean bitch, about advertising. But we didn’t. Turns out he’s far too interesting for that. We talked about New York City, Brooklyn, the New York Subway, daughters, history, museums, art, blogging, restaurants (Chinese and Italian), mentoring, sadness, and doing the …