It’s my guess that no other region of Manhattan has more professional dog-walkers than the Upper East Side.
They are very common sights in our neighborhood, virtually all young men, chaperoning their clients, usually in groups of three to six. All breeds, mixtures and sizes are represented and, to me, the most notable feature of these assortments of canines is their obvious camaraderie. I imagine these jaunts are something akin to human pub crawls with the city’s groaning banquet table of interesting smells substituting for beers. (more…)
We are not spontaneous travelers, but a few weeks ago we said let’s get out of here and head south. Just too much winter. (more…)
One of the primal experiences — and joys — for New Yorkers is going to a Broadway play.
Of course the feelings drummed up by seeing actors embody characters invented by playwrights and authors can be just as moving in a play on Shelter Island. Broadway offers considerably more technical bells and whistles and the acting talent is a bit deeper. (more…)
Now that a decent interval has passed, it seems appropriate to review certain aspects of the Thanksgiving just celebrated. (more…)
After my descent to the basement laundry room to unload the dryer, I encountered an older woman I had seen many times in the elevator line we share in our Manhattan co-op.
Usually she has a dog on a leash going out for a walk. Over the years I had noticed that she had several dogs, all utterly unremarkable mutts. They had one thing in common: Sniffing my pant leg once then turning away from me with a pained look. I found out some years ago that they weren’t her dogs.