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Ran the Brooklyn Half Marathon Saturday morning. It was my friend (and sometimes bass player) Jeff Domanski’s first long run. We talked almost the entire way from the Coney Island boardwalk to Prospect Park. Then had brunch with he and his wife Kristan, and my brother and his wife Jennifer (who is some six months…

The Nantucket Inquirer-Mirror published its piece today (“Mr. Rogers Says Goodbye Forever to the Neighborhood”). It’s very sweet, and illuminates yet another facet of Mr. Rogers that I didn’t know: Fred Rogers, Environmentalist. Anyway, I did the interview from the back seat of a rental car in South Carolina just an hour after landing. Not…

I’ve been sad at how quickly the media has moved on from Mr. Roger’s passing. He meant so much to me, and his passing is so monumental. I can’t imagine enough ink, enough airtime. Of course, that’s unrealistic of me. I did what I could, all that I knew to do, in writing “Mister Rogers…

It was the weekend of my 30th birthday, and just a few hours after disembarking the Hyannis Ferry. My cell phone was still chattering with MTV business as I stood on the back porch. The last rays of light were spilling over the horizon. New York City was slipping away from me as I settled…

Dishes are stacked in the sink, dirty closed piled by the closet, the bed needs making, the rug needs shaking, garbage needs taking out. It’s not such a pretty scene here at 447 West 56th, 4E. But it’s home, and it feels good to be here after what feels like weeks of work. Which is,…

New York is shrouded in fog this morning. It is cloud city. The buildings have all but disappeared. The Hudson ends midchannel. New Jersey is a curtain of white. Still, for all its appearences of floating in space, I couldn’t help but feel grounded in cement as my running shoes carried me over the rain-puddled…