Excuse Me

Let me paint the picture: I’m on the subway here in New York and it’s crowded but not packed. There’s some space to move around, if one was so inclined, but no seats available. (If there was a seat, I’d probably be in it. I’m not a seat hog or anything but I wouldn’t let such a precious commodity go to waste.) I was just standing there, holding onto the horizontal metal bar, about halfway between car doors…

Oblivious

I’m not a big fan of holiday shopping—this last year I managed to buy nearly all my gifts online—but I did leave my apartment a couple of times to look for things I thought people might want. One place I went, and almost immediately regretted, was the holiday market in Union Square…

How did you get here?

Yesterday morning, I was contemplating the events of Tuesday’s presidential election. I wondered what my purpose was in a country that I disagreed with so many people about what was good for the future. It hadn’t crossed my mind that I didn’t really belong in this country (though I’m relieved by how both my current… Continue reading How did you get here?

A Normal Human Family

The other day I was eating lunch at Smorgasburg in Brooklyn’s Prospect Park. Picnic tables were at a premium but luckily I was able to find a couple of empty seats for my girlfriend and I. As it turned out we were sharing the table with a family of six. A family that was really into being a family.