I Get It On the Streets
Allow me to introduce the friends I've made on the streets of NYC.
Just click on the rotating photos on the left and you'll meet The Bird Lady, the Hot Dog Mensch, My Coffee Guy,Vinnie the Bus Dispatcher,The Handbag Guy and Mike the Knife Sharpening Guy. Oh yeah, and the Banned.
Cristo and Jeanne-Claude's Gates were unfurled in Central Park in February 2005, during which time NYC had its biggest snow storm of the season. Click on the photo to view images I took during those two days. 
These are those special moments when I pinch myself to think I really live here. It might be a chance celebrity sighting, seeing a friend in a play, listening to the Philharmonic or a subway musician or even a bird on my rooftop. 
You've been to the top of the Empire State Building, seen the Statue of Liberty and Ellis Island, done the Circle Line and Times Square. Now it's time to hang with the locals. Just don't tell the tourists....
NYC is a foodie's paradise, whether it be shopping at the Farmer's Market, eating at a restaurant or ordering in. Here are just a few of the places I go for sustenance.There’s No Place Like Home
It’s funny, but I barely remember the first time I visited New York. I was nine years old, and went with my Dad and brother to see the World’s Fair in Queens. I remember the It’s a Small World Exhibit, but mostly I remember the car ride home on the Jersey Turnpike, gazing out at the brightly lit New York skyline and realizing for the first time that if it’s dark outside, you can actually look sideways out the window and not get car sick.
The next time I visited New York, I was on an eight grade class trip. I think we went to the United Nations, but I don’t recall that. Here are the two things I do remember – (1) singing “99 Bottles of Beer on the Wall”while stuck in traffic coming out of the Lincoln Tunnel onto 42nd Street, which in those days was lined with Peep Shows and Porn Shops and (2) being a smart-ass with my friends and leaving a one-cent tip at the restaurant in Tudor City where we were packed in and served overcooked Salisbury Steak, which was basically inedible. (Even then, I was a food critic..)
The third time I visited New York, I fell in love…