As I sit in the International Bar (thanks to Bobby’s recommendation), I’m staring at a picture of what looks to be Bettie Page. I exchange texts with my sister about the Earthquake that hit Virginia. You know the one everyone on the east coast claims they felt. Public Enemy’s

When I envision Boston, I picture every Red Sox fan walking around with a shirt containing this logo.   I love New York. I was born and raised here, currently live here and I might die here next week. (Word of advice: stay on a woman’s good side.) Yet the

Remember when the government agents were holding shot-guns instead of walkie-talkies right before E.T. took off with Elliot? If you do then you were old enough to have seen “E.T. the Extra-Terrestrial” back in the 80’s. (The 80’s, wow that was so long ago.) I love E.T., it’s one of

There I was on my day off about to place my hard earned money for the week into my savings account when a sense of gloom came over me. It’s the same feeling most New Yorkers get every month, every week and sometimes every day. It’s a voice that cries