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I’ve long wondered how to combine my love for running with my love for rocking. I’ve thought about running the New York City Marathon with a guitar, or small speakers blasting my tunes. The most I’ve managed thus far, though, was last year’s Benjamin Wagner Dot Com T-shirt. This year, an idea was delivered straight…

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…

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…

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…

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…

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…