A Year In New York

Today I’ve been running last-minute errands and pondering what it all means, spending a year in New York City. I’ve worn through a lot of shoe leather in this crazy town and learned some hard lessons,  and now it’s time for me to pass those lessons on to you.
Here goes:

1. The World Won’t End If [...]

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I have gathered only a couple regrets during my first 65 days in New York, and one is that no one informed me sooner what a majestic trip can be found on the Staten Island Ferry.
Its municipal-orange bulk squatted at the edge of Battery Park on the southern tip of Manhattan, obscured from view by [...]

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Scrambling around on the asphalt with an airhose, trying to fill the tires of an old borrowed Camry, I got that deflated feeling of getting nowhere. No matter how much I pumped the tires seemed to sag a little more.

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