I got my first job when I was in the sixth grade, while at elementary school in Fresh Meadow in Queens. I made fifty cents a day as a waiter at the nearby delicatessen, serving many of my friends, who came in for franks and fries. At the end of the week, that two...
I was sitting in the parking lot at 7/11 this Sunday morning. I was on my motorcycle, kickstand down, drinking a cup of black coffee and completely relaxed. I have my longstanding rituals when it comes to my Sunday ride. I wake up the same time as every other day,...
The motorcycle is one of the all time great two-wheeled, motorized metaphors. I have been riding for so long, sometimes I just conjure the feeling and I am suddenly gliding down a highway, completely at peace. I had one of those moments recently, because I was really...
I am pretty sure you haven’t ever had the occasion to bow and this is not a stupid shaming ploy on my part, believe me. It is something I have taken for granted for at least thirty years by now, but there is a story. My bow involves getting on my knees and leaning...
I don’t know when it started, because I just can’t say for sure. The older you get, the more your past inhabits your consciousness. I don’t mean it in a burdensome sense either. It’s not like I’m dragging my history behind me, it is more like feeling propelled by it....
