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 | | Terry Tales
I’d just finished screaming at my secretary. I might have made her cry. I didn’t know or care. She’d lost the call I’d been waiting for all day. She left my office with a quivering lower lip like I’d just killed her puppy. I scooted back a carefully laid paper tent on...
