by | | Canines, NYC, Terry Tales
by | | NYC, Terry Tales
I celebrated my second anniversary of my move to NYC last night with a large man cooing in my ear while riding the packed 4 train from Grand Central to Wall Street. My earbuds in place, I listened to Howard Stern play a phony phone call. The woman squeezed at my side...
by | | NYC, Terry Tales
I haven’t seen her in weeks. She’d sit on one of those padded walker-chairs, huddled next to the pay phone. Every day on Lexington Avenue a block from my office, I’d side glance her, not wanting her to feel self-conscious. Her hair was a short shock of blonde curls in...
by | | NYC, Terry Tales
I only saw her for a second, but I’ll never forget when she looked straight at me, smiled a famous smile, and said hello. My old friend, Marc let me crash at his apartment on 72nd between Central Park West and Columbus while I looked for a place for Billy and me...
by | | NYC
Hanging out the window as the sun goes down.
by | | NYC
It was pure comedy gold when my face kissed the sidewalk on Chambers St in front of an audience the size of an equity waiver house. How did you simply fall face first, you might ask? I’d say none of your business. But through that week, the minor nose and lip...
