Boston you’re my home

Boston you’re my home

At 2:49 p.m. the Red Sox had won with a walk off hit on Patriots Day, the winners of all the Boston Marathon events had crossed the finish line and it was a beautiful April day. At 2:50, Boylston Street was shrouded in smoke, glass and broken hearts. This is my city, and this is … Continue reading

Restriction

Restriction

Walden pond remains immeasurably breathless, welcoming young and old to its shores. I can’t help feeling, however, that Thoreau would be sorely disappointed with what has become of the “visitor’s center.” Just last fall, in an attempt to show my girlfriend what Walden looks like at sunset from above, a fucking state trooper screamed at … Continue reading

Looking back

Looking back

In retrospect, the writing was on the wall. It was written in black light pen; invisible to the naked eye, but jaw-droppingly obvious when illuminated. As put by one of my colleagues during post-severance drinks, “If you didn’t see this coming, you shouldn’t be working in news.” So there’s that. Selfishly, this went about as … Continue reading

The Driving Spectrum

The Driving Spectrum

On the three hour drive from Brooklyn to Providence on Saturday evening, I discovered a vital aspect of my personality, and possibly uncovered the greatest method of self discovery that the world is well aware of. When driving alone for more than an hour, a full spectrum of emotions reveal themselves. Everything feeling, every reaction becomes … Continue reading

Ride on

Ride on

As the world waned stagnant, I worried my New York would have come in such a flash, only to be extinguished unceremoniously and all too quickly. Sometimes one day can change your trajectory and restore faith in self and possibility. By happenstance, or maybe a will to make it personally meaningful, the eleven year anniversary … Continue reading