Sunday, March 24, 2019
Saturday, March 23, 2019
When the wind really blows in the city it’s a wonder things aren’t falling, tumbling, spinning everywhere, furniture off roofs, construction supplies, haphazardly fastened signs. We should all be battered by debris, impaled even. But no.
It’s spring training, the meaningless games playing lazily on the diner TV.
It’s spring training, the meaningless games playing lazily on the diner TV.
Labels:
Baseball,
New York City,
Spring
Friday, March 22, 2019
Wednesday, March 13, 2019
Friday, March 01, 2019
I awoke in the middle of the night with a hangovery headache and asked myself: did I really drink a lot? And I remembered the big drink and the next one while I waited and the big glass of wine and thought, maybe yes. Then I fell back asleep and felt almost fine when the jazz station rang at 6:15.
Labels:
Drinking
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