I lost, in the course of my recent move, ten pounds. I hired people to do the heavy lifting, so it would appear that the weight loss was due primarily to the stress of the affair — of finding new housing against a tight deadline, of combing through all of my worldly possessions…
On Amtrak’s Lake Shore Limited. Chicago, IL. 9:43 p.m. Last Tuesday. When I set off from my apartment some three weeks ago, I did so with a bag packed…
It takes a state like New Hampshire to get a person thinking about mottos and license plates. There is something unhinged about a state known for its…
The last Pants Day was 330 days ago. I checked my credit card statement to confirm this. It was a Sunday in the middle of June. The weather was lovely …
I flew this week, which is never a particularly pleasant experience. It has been made even more sordid this week by the recent ruling on the mask…
The Boxes have — as they so often do in the life of the urban millennial renter — come out from their hiding places. Some of The Boxes have been with me…
The Newsletter regrets that the March 14 edition was not published owing to an ongoing real estate crisis, among other factors. As always, subscribers…
At the second stop from the end of the 7 train in Queens is what was, at the beginning of the twentieth century, a vast dumping ground for ashes and…
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