Last week I met my buddy Don for a burger and a beer at The Old Town Bar. Having served its first pint in 1892, The Old Town is New York City's second oldest saloon, right behind Pete's Tavern (which opened its doors in 1864). The Old Town is a classic place, with large wooden booths, detailed carvings in the wall, a crooked staircase to upstairs seating, and the coup de grace of old NYC bars: a huge, five-foot-high tub-like urinal. A trough some would say. Read More
As the regular season has come to a close and the Major League Baseball Playoffs are upon us, it's tough to imagine a team from the National League not winning the World Series this October. 'Imagine', being the key word of course. Read More
It has been said on a number of occasions upon the passing of a beloved parent, "When I think of my dad I smile. All of the good memories come flooding back and it eases the sadness of his passing."
I am one of the many to have been blessed with this experience during a difficult time. My dad passed away almost sixteen years ago and I still find myself smiling when I think of him. I imagine, and certainly hope, it will be this way for the rest of my life. Despite my dad not being here, it is a truly wonderful gift to have been given. Read More
What a wild ride the New York baseball teams took their fans on over the last week. Both the Mets and Yankees thrilled their fans, making them feel like they were racing around hairpin turns and riding the fastest roller-coaster at their favorite amusement park. Read More