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Carving Your Niche
To piggyback my last post, I marvel at the way some people are resuming their regular rhythms in the best way possible. In the Park, for instance, two trainers have created a 40 minute dance workout,...
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Tit for Tat
I’m in the Park. It’s close to 10 as I sit on a bench hoping no one joins me besides the breeze that’s blowing through my hair. All I want are a few minutes of mask-less reading time. Is that too much...
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Best Story of the Week…January 14th
I’m on my way home through the Park, midday, when I see a handsome man maybe in his 40s, walking a beautiful dog. A mutt you’d call her, since she’s clearly a mix, legs of a Greyhound with the face of...
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Best Stories of the Week…May 6th
Monday...I’m waiting for the crosstown bus. A pretty teenager is walking a Dalmatian who decides to say hello. Charmed as can be, I call out to the girl glued to her phone and say, “So are the other...
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Hope Springs Maternal
I’m in the Park strolling, when I pass a hotdog stand servicing a group of young boys. I can’t help marveling at preteens having little on their minds short of mustard and baseball. Life has yet to...
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Best Story of the Week…July 29
The Park, first light. A man is walking up ahead reading a book. He’s wearing white, slouchy beachcomber pants with a light blue muslin cotton button-down. What really catches my attention are his...
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Best Story of the Week…August 6
I’m in the Park, when a dog at 100 mph runs by almost knocking me over. From what I can see, he’s a Pit with a little Beagle tossed in. I see he’s chasing a squirrel that any minute will be no more. I...
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The Liz and Dick of Central Park
It started with a middle-aged man I’d see fast walking every morning who always wore shorts over sweats, no matter what season. I’d also see a woman the same age walking, though not as fast, gleaming...
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Raccoon Sunday
It was early Sunday, the city eerily empty when I went for my run, Farouk, the doorman, convinced it wasn’t the best idea. Left to him, we’d have walkie-talkies, since he’s always sure I’ll be...
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Why I’m Different From Them
I’ll admit, I’m odd and have been since I was a kid. I’m not quite like anyone else. If I had to explain why, I’d attribute it to growing up in a dysfunctional, alcoholic home where in order to...
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