Snowed in, Spicy Noodle House in hand, I am watching the hours tick slowly by. I’m waiting for a bright-white morning where I walk into a hospital and promptly get knocked out. On Thursday, they told me they’ll be keeping me overnight at Victoria Hospital, for what was supposed to be a day surgery. I appreciate their caution, but I’ll be blunt that I am dreading the experience. I’ve been told everyone in my room will snore, and to bring earplugs. Lovely. At the very least, the recovery should give me a chance to think, plan, and blog. (Provided I’m not [...click for more...]

I am, right now, as I type this, in the grip of a story that has its hands around my throat, and won’t let go until I cough something up. But I’m not at work anymore. So, in an attempt to rid myself of this foul obsession, a post on something else I am fascinated by: the tale of Ted Williams, the homeless man with the golden voice. Just the other day in this very spot, I was musing on the stories that make a city. And Ted Williams’s story is surely one; the story of a Brooklyn boy fascinated by the [...click for more...]