The scene was surreal around Hoboken this past Saturday. Joggers zoomed by wearing only shorts and t-shirts like extras in an OC scene. Frisbees were flung with no wind as a hindrance in Sinatra Park. Soccer balls abound made it look more like the World Cup in June than the …
The 21st Century has been quite a ride for me. Winters in Rangoon. Luge lessons. In the summer we’d make meat helmets… OK, so it’s been awhile since I’ve been able to work Austin Powers into anything. Anyway, Century 21 has looked like this: 2000: The culmination of the new …
What’s the first word that comes to your mind when asked to describe a typical resident of Hoboken? Would it be “yuppie”? How about “conservative”? Maybe “Caucasian?” Perhaps, I don’t know, “gay”? The first three I can buy. The fourth answer, well, that’s open to friendly debate…not that there’s anything …
The benchmark of the page on the calendar that is Labor Day stared at Rachel with a look of impatience. “What are you waiting for?” the calendar asked in a voice not unlike Johnny Drama’s. “I don’t know,” Rachel replied, unfazed that calendars can talk. But when in the deepest …