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Superbowl on Broadway
I have never understood the Superbowl. It’s ‘football’ for one thing, but with well over 100 million viewers it is also the most watched broadcast on American television. So I had to investigate this week when the giant footy frenzy … Continue reading
The Bridge
Kim Bodnia has been in town to direct a play, The Tailor’s Tale, which presents differing views about what happened in Denmark during World War ll. Did the King really wear that vest with a yellow star…? The play was … Continue reading
Beach envy
The Australian wasn’t the only beach in town this week, as a live cam recorded the sun shining and palms waving on the white beaches of Fort Lauderdale, and streamed it live to Grand Central Station. What a tease! I … Continue reading
Happy Australia Day!
The skies this morning in NYC were as blue as the poster outside The Australian, but the icicles on the balcony opposite us, and the snow still whipped into frozen peaks outside our windows, reminded us that while it was … Continue reading
Shepherd’s Warning
If there were any shepherds in NYC yesterday morning, there were none within cooee of our back door by last night…
Dreams for NYC inspired by MLK
At the Apollo in Harlem yesterday, WNYC, the most listened to radio station in the USA, assembled an amazing group of ‘thought leaders’ for a conversation about NYC in 2014 based on the moral compass established by Martin Luther King … Continue reading
Disaster!
It seemed an extremely appropriate activity to see a show called Disaster on my birthday. Even though I prefer to look forward rather than back, it was all too poetic, and the temptation too great to see a performance that … Continue reading
Having my cake and eating it
It was a day of decadence. Fueled by the endless opportunity of tempting new eateries in NYC, as well as old favorites, it was not so matter of which treat to indulge in on my birthday, but where to start. West … Continue reading
The Girl with a Pearl
The Frick was the New York hot spot on a very chilly Sunday morning, when hundreds of people lined up for a last chance to see the Dutch Masters before they returned to Holland. Queues shivered in either direction from … Continue reading
Polar Vortex
Even our snowman had frostbite. His nosey carrot of fresh organic origin turned black and his apple eyes teared up. With the big chill on the way I thought he would become a permanent fixture in our frozen garden. Then … Continue reading
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