Posts Tagged: NYC
An F.A.O. Schwarz Christmas
When I think of Christmas I think about F.A.O. Schwarz, a store synonymous with this season for me. My love for toys that remain to this day, was nurtured here. If it was holiday time, visits to this New York
An F.A.O. Schwarz Christmas
When I think of Christmas I think about F.A.O. Schwarz, a store synonymous with this season for me. My love for toys that remain to this day, was nurtured here. If it was holiday time, visits to this New York
A Return to New York City
I recently wandered the streets of Manhattan. Though a seemingly unremarkable activity for someone who has done just that for over 50 years, in the time of the coronavirus it took on new significance. A week ago I took a
A Return to New York City
I recently wandered the streets of Manhattan. Though a seemingly unremarkable activity for someone who has done just that for over 50 years, in the time of the coronavirus it took on new significance. A week ago I took a
Americans Celebrating Victory WWII and 2020
The waiting had been agonizing. Rumors and intimations both good and bad were rampant. The anxieties and melodrama made biding our time excruciating. Would we be victorious and vanquish an evil authoritarian once and for all? Tension was at a
Americans Celebrating Victory WWII and 2020
The waiting had been agonizing. Rumors and intimations both good and bad were rampant. The anxieties and melodrama made biding our time excruciating. Would we be victorious and vanquish an evil authoritarian once and for all? Tension was at a
Before The World Trade Center There was N.Y.C.’s Radio Row
News of the 9/11 tragedy found its way to me through the antiquated airwaves of a vintage Bakelite radio. Only days before September 11, 2001, I had moved from the New York City I loved to one of its leafy suburbs.
Before The World Trade Center There was N.Y.C.’s Radio Row
News of the 9/11 tragedy found its way to me through the antiquated airwaves of a vintage Bakelite radio. Only days before September 11, 2001, I had moved from the New York City I loved to one of its leafy suburbs.
Lady Liberty Still Stands
Lady Liberty being struck by lightning is a sign alright. But like the proverbial glass half empty or half full, its symbolism can go either way. There are those that view this picture taken during a nightmarish storm in NYC
Lady Liberty Still Stands
Lady Liberty being struck by lightning is a sign alright. But like the proverbial glass half empty or half full, its symbolism can go either way. There are those that view this picture taken during a nightmarish storm in NYC
Policing Black and Blue
The 1960s were to have served as a wake-up call to many Americans concerning police and race. Somehow, we fell back to sleep. We are now living in the future we looked forward to in the late 1960s, a time
Policing Black and Blue
The 1960s were to have served as a wake-up call to many Americans concerning police and race. Somehow, we fell back to sleep. We are now living in the future we looked forward to in the late 1960s, a time
Exodus from the American Dream
Nothing has given me greater joy than sharing stories, insights, and images with you. As you may have noticed I’ve dropped off in my postings in recent months and want to share what is going on. Here is my
Exodus from the American Dream
Nothing has given me greater joy than sharing stories, insights, and images with you. As you may have noticed I’ve dropped off in my postings in recent months and want to share what is going on. Here is my
World Trade Center Remembered
From The Vault: I watched the World Trade Center going up and I would eventually watch thse majestic towers fall. Only days before September 11, I had moved from the New York City I loved to one of its leafy
World Trade Center Remembered
From The Vault: I watched the World Trade Center going up and I would eventually watch thse majestic towers fall. Only days before September 11, I had moved from the New York City I loved to one of its leafy
D Day on the Homefront
It was June 1944. It was wartime. While my father Marvin was spit-polishing his regulation army boots in the jungles of New Guinea, on the other side of the globe my teenage bobby soxer mother Betty polished up her saddles
D Day on the Homefront
It was June 1944. It was wartime. While my father Marvin was spit-polishing his regulation army boots in the jungles of New Guinea, on the other side of the globe my teenage bobby soxer mother Betty polished up her saddles
John Lennon The Day the Music Died
“I read the news today, oh boy….” On another chilly Monday in December nearly 40 years ago, a gunshot extinguished the remaining idealism of a generation. A brief, violent moment and hope had died yet again for me That the
John Lennon The Day the Music Died
“I read the news today, oh boy….” On another chilly Monday in December nearly 40 years ago, a gunshot extinguished the remaining idealism of a generation. A brief, violent moment and hope had died yet again for me That the
Envisioning The American Dream 