Tag Archives: New York

Walking Man

The sidewalk loosely guides us as we drone along on autopilot gliding between building and street building and street building and street until the sound of honking horns overpowers our headphones and we see red hands prompting us to stop … Continue reading

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Best slice in town…

April 17, 2006 I had a New York state of mind but i was running way behind heading south on 95 my truck was pinned, in overdrive got to Manhattan by eight and that’s a good two hours late I … Continue reading

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