December 22, 2017, was a date which will live in infamy. I’m quoting FDR’s famous speech to a joint session of Congress on December 8th, 1941, the day after Japan bombed Pearl Harbor, which led to the US entry into World War II.… Continue Reading
December 22, 2017, was a date which will live in infamy. I’m quoting FDR’s famous speech to a joint session of Congress on December 8th, 1941, the day after Japan bombed Pearl Harbor, which led to the US entry into World War II.… Continue Reading
I wake up late on Wednesday, around 11 AM, after a night of drinking. I’m a freelance writer, and I have my own website, but I’m struggling to make ends meet. My plan for the day is to head from my Astoria, Queens apartment to Chef Ho’s Peking Duck Grill, a Chinese restaurant I love on Manhattan’s Upper East Side, for the lunch special.… Continue Reading
The other night I was listening to Pandora, and I popped on a Neil Young radio station. It had been a pretty stressful day, but as soon as “Heart of Gold” came on, I felt a chill state of mind descend over me.… Continue Reading
It was Sunday night, and I was taking my bread machine out for its inaugural run. I’d been cooking a lot over the past year, but I had yet to actually create a loaf of bread. So I ordered a Hamilton Beach state of the art bread maker, and when it arrived I was ready to go.… Continue Reading
It was a chilly Monday in November, and I was feeling slightly under the weather. I wanted something hot and delicious to warm me up, and for some reason I had pho on the brain. I live in Astoria, Queens, so there’s no shortage of yummy food options, but the iconic Vietnamese beef noodle soup was calling my name.… Continue Reading
I traveled from NYC to Philadelphia in October, and when I arrived in Philly I stopped in for a famous cheese steak at Cleaver’s in Center City. It was fantastic. It was an explosion of meat and gooey cheese upon the pallet.… Continue Reading
It was 6:30pm on Friday night, and I was hanging at my apartment in Astoria. It had been a rough week. I’d adopted a cat, Copper, who seemed really cool, but who so far had hid under my bed and never came out.… Continue Reading
It had been a rough few days for me. On Friday, I adopted a beautiful grey tabby cat named Copper from an animal shelter in Manhattan and brought her back to my home in Astoria, Queens. But Copper didn’t eat all weekend, and she spent her time hiding under my bed.… Continue Reading
Back in June, I was going through a particularly rough patch in my life. My writing career had stalled, and I was in a financial and professional crunch. The heat of the New York City summer had arrived in full blast, and simple everyday tasks such as getting a sandwich at the corner deli became sweat-filled infernos of fire and aggravation.… Continue Reading
I needed to get away from Queens for a bit, so I decided to visit Philadelphia. I’d been there several times before, but not in a few years. I hopped on the Amtrak from Penn Station at noon, and 80 minutes later we arrived at Philly’s Union Station.… Continue Reading