A while back, some of you may remember that I asked for some recommendations to help us build a new deck. Of course, Gotham came through.
This blog is about coffee. And, perhaps, a bit about tea. Although, for me that’s a nighttime beverage. In this blog, I’m wondering how people get their early morning beverage.
Sometimes a song just sticks in your head. Leaving the gym Thursday was one of those moments. A Traffic song.
A New York woman fooled dozens of guys who thought they were going on a Tinder date.
A huge crowd of men looking for love gathered in Manhattan’s Union Square last Saturday for a chance to date Natasha Aponte. But when they showed up, she told them they'd be battling it out to win her affections.
She began eliminating the guys left and right like on the dating app, saying she was “swiping” right or left on them to their faces.
I live on Long Island and commute to work in Manhattan by car. I drive to the East River on the Long Island City side where I park and take the subway 2 stops into the city. The distance is 19 miles and when I was young and training for the marathon, Ben Geizhals and I (see photo) would run the 19 miles into the city once a week. It was quite a trip!
It happened twice last week. Someone waited to let me on the elevator first. “Age before beauty” he said. He was obviously younger. I joked with him in protest. Then, a few days later, a man held a door for me into a building. “Age before beauty” he said. Although younger, I didn’t perceive a great age difference. (Maybe my perception was off.) I thanked him, conveyed that his gesture was appreciated although unnecessary, and shared with him that I’m not ready to receive such courtesies.
I’m just about ready for a new book. My house is about to slow down and I’m itching for a few minutes to sit outside with a good book and a glass of (sweet) wine.