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Yes We Can (But Do We Have To?)

The clock reads 5:56. The sky is purplish-black behind the blinds. I blink the sleep out of my eyes, climb out of bed, stumble into the living room, and turn on the television. NY1 reads eight degrees. I shave my head, shower, jam five days worth of dress shirts,...

Yes

At 10:59 tonight, the crowd 29-stories below my office window began counting down as if it was New Years Eve. At 11:00, Charlie Gibson called California for Barack Obama, then projected his victory. Which is when the cheering began. Over two hours later, they’re...

Ain’t That America

It hasn’t been until pretty recently that I even began to consider “The American Dream.” I dunno’, maybe I was too young, too single, had nothing invested or at stake. The older I get, though, and the more historical storms I weather (September...

Debate Night In Hell’s Kitchen

Once again, it was debate night in Hell’s Kitchen. And once again, Chris and Meg Abad hosted a viewing party of epic proportions. We drank beers, ate nachos, and yelled at the TV screen. We gaffawed at CNN’s silly graphics, played Palin Bingo, and chugged on a...

The Electric City

Greetings from The Electric City. I’m writing you tonight from Room 202 of the Lackawanna Station Hotel where, through the thin walls of my room, piped in Muzak like drones away like The Lawrence Welk Show. The entire town has that feel, really: as if time...