Glad I’m Not in Brooklyn

The first year I lived in Brooklyn, I had only been working in my job for six weeks or so when the holidays arrived. Because I didn’t have any vacation time to use, I had to fly back from St. Louis to New York City on Christmas day. I remember … Continue reading


The strangest thing just happened: I came across a photo of the Brooklyn Bridge by accident, and suddenly I could smell the air in DUMBO (down under the Manhattan and Brooklyn Overpasses) and hear the noises of New York City. As if I were standing at the edge of a … Continue reading

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