A Year In New York

The streets of New York have a scent unlike those of any other city, a pungent cocktail of its particular atmosphere: worn concrete, 60 percent relative humidity, urine, the dusty exhalations of old buildings, ambition, salty ocean air, the body odor of eight million people and the fragrances they use to mask it, sewage, wilting [...]

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We’ve all been to one of those performances where the actors yank some poor unsuspecting schlub out of the audience and poke and prod him so that others may laugh. Today, in the carnival atmosphere of Battery Park, the woeful schlub was me.

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Those of you who have been following my grocery travails will be happy to know I finally clued in to your advice and hit the Union Square Greenmarket. The prices are so reasonable it’s shocking!

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The day in the Hamptons had started so well. After yesterday’s jellyfishing in Long Beach, Joo and I took the LIRR all the way to Montauk, on the far eastern tip of Long Island. Moment after Kodak moment, like these:

I always imagined the Hamptons as the sort of place where Gaylord plugs in the golf [...]

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So far the closest Joo and I have come to the Atlantic is the grilled red snapper we ordered from Spice Thai. To address our saltwater deficiency we boarded the LIRR, and one hour out of Penn Station we stood ankle deep in the fine, powdery sand of Long Beach, wondering why nobody was in [...]

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