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More Manhattan Moj0

I hope I smiled then at their mom, if I can call her that. Hell, I hope I beamed. I should have asked her for their names. In such situations I never think of the right thing to say until a day later. That’s why I’m a writer. Continue reading

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Manhattan Mojo for a Walkable Neighborhood

I felt like the guy in that Joni Mitchel song, “I was a free man in Paris, unfettered and alive.” Except it wasn’t Paris, it was New York. I hadn’t gotten my Manhattan mojo yet. I needed to settle into the tempo of the street, the people and the traffic. Continue reading

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My Frisson with Raquel Welch

I’d like to say that of course I knew I was enveloped in the aura of a very beautiful woman. What I saw out of the corner of my eye—at least I still had some peripheral vision – was a splash of stunning russet hair. I tried to stay cool so I wouldn’t stumble as we stepped off the escalator’s collapsing tread. Continue reading

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