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Can’t You Hear Me Knockin’?
The first thing I saw when I stepped out of the office tonight was a two hundred pound man jogging through Times Square in nothing but panties, a camisole, and a pair of Nikes. ‘Eh,’ I thought. ‘That’s just about par for the course.’ I was torqued about work from the moment my sneakers first…
Read MoreShipbuilding
I like to joke that my buddy Ron picked me up online. I had a party on my roof deck a few summer’s ago to which I invited my mom, on account of her moving into a piet de terre a few blocks away. Yunno, the older one gets, the less one is averse to…
Read MoreLeviathan
Funny thing happened in the East River between Manhattan and Brooklyn: I got spooked. Not, like, scared. Nah, just spooked. I signed up for the inaugural Brooklyn Bridge Swim on something of a lark. I’ve done a dozen triathlons with swims up to a mile, but it’s not like swimming’s my thing. I run, and…
Read MoreThe Rogue
By the time I’d reached my colleagues on the second floor of The Irish Rogue, I’d navigated a labyrinth of dough-headed bouncers, slow-poke tourists, and beer-goggled frat brothers. “Jesus, Rod,” I said, “When did you go and pledge Sigma Nu?” Say what you will about The MTV (and the press has: see “Does MTV Still…
Read MoreACK
The Nantucket Municipal Airport is straight out of TV’s “Wings,” all faded paint and gray clapboard. In fact, I’m pretty sure I spotted Thomas Haden Church behind the Cape Air counter. The place is unhurried, even as Labor Day Weekend stragglers head back to Hyannis, Boston, and New York. Long-faced travellers in ACK t-shirts, island-logo’d…
Read MoreThirty-Five Wishes
I have looked forward to celebrating my 35th birthday in Nantucket for well over a year. I imagined a hand-picked group of my closest, oldest, most gregarious, and strongest friends sitting around a blazing beach fire, full from a three course feast of lobster, potatoes, corn on the cob, all washed down with numerous pints…
Read MoreCome Together
My mother met Mister Rogers on the beach behind her rental cottage. She was sitting in an old beach chair reading. Mister Rogers was taking his afternoon swim in Madaket Bay. The year after he died, I decided to preserve his memory (and entice my brother to bring his family to Nantucket the following summer)…
Read MoreGreetings From The VMA Red Carpet
I’m holding down the fort at 1515 tonight, but I snuck over to Rockefeller Center an hour before the carpet opened. One word: chaos. Thing about Rock Center — unlike Miami’s American Airlines Arena — is that it’s a functioning office complex with a tourist destination built in. It’s crawling with people on an average…
Read MoreBig Easy
There’s a lot going on: the day job (MTV News), the documentary (“Mister Rogers & Me”), the side project (Buckeye), the family (Bolsters, Wagners), and relationship (Abbi). Still, I can’t stop thinking about the next record. Of course, the occasional email (like the one I got from Lee in London last night — thanks Lee!)…
Read MoreFair Warning
Most days, it takes a special kind of nincompoop to brave the Fairway Supermarket on 75th & Broadway. At the end of a twelve hour day it takes an absolute masochist. It’s not just that Fairway attracts septuagenarians like tornados to trailer parks. Worse, Fairway exerts some kind of stupidity tractor beam. Not only are…
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