I've lived in Brooklyn, worked in Manhattan, rarely been to Queens, coasted through the Bronx, and touched my toes on Staten Island. I've had one experience of the city, and it is hardly representative. But it is still authentic.
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BARchetypes: The One Who’s Gonna Die Here
It's been some time since I wrote 1 of these, but seeing as I'm in my last month, I figured I'd bring back this feature for an appropriate send off. Bar regulars are a varied lot. There are the assholes and the loners, but somewhere in between sits the patron saint of all drunks: The … Continue reading BARchetypes: The One Who’s Gonna Die Here
Boston: Final Thoughts on Bean Town
Welp, the time has come for my annual tradition (of which I have many). Just as I gave my impressions of Nashville, Seattle and New Orleans, it's time to give Boston it's very own report card. As usual, I must give my caveats about subjective experience and the limits of any person to fully experience … Continue reading Boston: Final Thoughts on Bean Town
New Orleans: Final Thoughts on Crescent City
My year in New Orleans has come to its conclusion (can you believe it's been a full year?) and it's time for me to bite the bullet and discuss my experience.
Three Weeks In
It was around this time three Saturdays ago that I flew into Louis Armstrong International and began my 8th year. "I am large, I contain multitudes." ~ Walt Whitman The first month of every move is an, at times, awkward mix of emotions and thoughts. I'm excited to explore a new city, but sad to … Continue reading Three Weeks In
Seattle: Final Thoughts on Emerald City
Perhaps I set a dangerous precedent last year when I offered my final thoughts on Nashville. I don’t want to get bogged down in comparing cities and ranking them, as that isn’t the point of 10 Cities / 10 Years. Yet, here I am, in my last days in Seattle, and I feel I’d be … Continue reading Seattle: Final Thoughts on Emerald City
Relativism On The Rocks
In walks this girl and she sits next to me. For whatever reason, I decided to chat her up. I blame the whiskey.
BARchetypes: The Alcoholic Writer
Any bar worth its salt has a writer-in-residence. Not necessarily a talented writer, not necessarily a popular writer. Just a guy who puts words to paper (or screen; writing on the page is sexier, though). He's at the bar for the liquor. He might tell himself he's there for a change of scenery, or for … Continue reading BARchetypes: The Alcoholic Writer
