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James Bornemeier

07/12/15 11:00am
James Bornemeier

James Bornemeier

Back when I was working as a consultant at the Ford Foundation, I had an easy four-stop subway commute down the 6 train to Grand Central Station.

Perhaps too fastidiously, I would position myself on the platform so that, upon arriving at my destination, I would be at the proper up-stairway leading to the shortest route to the foundation. Yes, too fastidious. (more…)

06/06/15 3:00pm
James Bornemeier

James Bornemeier

I spent Memorial Day weekend on Cape Cod for two reasons. It’s always a kick to hang out with my brother’s family in their nice lakeside home in Orleans. Making it better, the radiant blonde niece was flying in from Sun Valley and would stoke the shenanigans of her on-site vaudevillian brother.

And it was my mother’s 102nd birthday. (more…)

05/09/15 8:00am
James Bornemeier

James Bornemeier

Z: The music is on and I cannot resist. Family members are on the perimeter of the living room. The floor is mine. I must dance. And I start whirling and turning and waving my arms in a sinuous fashion, much to the approval of the onlookers. I get abundant applause for my better moves, and particularly when I lip-sync some of the more dramatic lyrics. I shrug and look crestfallen when the music calls for such emoting. When the song ends I evoke Callas at her most tragic. Then the next song begins, a kind of calypso number, and I’m back at it, throwing in some new jukes that are met with murmurs of praise. I’m not sure I have ever been this good before. I am the music. The music is me. (more…)

04/11/15 8:00am
James Bornemeier

James Bornemeier

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…)