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This story makes its eighth annual appearance on JMG….Grand Central Terminal functions as the mechanical heart of midtown New York City, pumping out several thousand workers and tourists on one beat, then sucking in several thousand more on the next. The rhythms of the terminal are fascinating. Beat. Four thousand, inbound from New Haven. Beat. Three thousand, outbound to Westchester. …

ABOVE: At the 1985 Xmas party described below: Me, Michael, and Barney. I also wrote about Barney here. Originally posted May 2004. Reposted for World AIDS Day.Membership Michael didn’t look good. We were at his annual Christmas Luau party. Tons and tons of people in the house and the backyard. Standing in his kitchen, wearing a grass skirt and a …

As longtime readers know, there are a handful of short stories from my archives that I repost annually. Today is Madonna’s 53nd birthday and this story makes its sixth appearance in memory of a departed friend. Ricky Loved Madonna Today is August 16th. It’s Madonna’s 48th birthday. That’s not something of which I’d ordinarily make note……… Twenty years ago today, …

Gentle readers, I’m rerunning my annual Pride rant for the seventh year. I wrote this post in 2005 a couple of days after attending Pride here in NYC. In the following years I’ve reposted it in advance of the day in the hope of encouraging you to attend. My apologies to those that have read it before. Have a wonderful …

This story makes its seventh annual appearance on JMG….Grand Central Terminal functions as the mechanical heart of midtown New York City, pumping out several thousand workers and tourists on one beat, then sucking in several thousand more on the next. The rhythms of the terminal are fascinating. Beat. Four thousand, inbound from New Haven. Beat. Three thousand, outbound to Westchester. …

Originally posted on December 8th, 2005. “Oh, good grief! Why do you insist on having a Slurpee after going out drinking? It’s gross.” “I’ll be right back,” my roommate said and slammed the door of my car. I kept the engine running and fiddled with the radio, trying to find the new Donna Summer single we’d heard just heard at …

(This story makes its sixth annual appearance on JMG today. On this day last year, I noted that 2009 would be its final posting, as ‘I just want to run this once under a president other than Dubya.’ Many of you objected, saying this post should continue to run every year. As you wish.) Manhattan, September 11th, 2001 That day, …

As longtime readers know, there are a handful of short stories from my archives that I repost annually. Today is Madonna’s 52nd birthday and this story makes its fifth appearance in memory of a departed friend. Ricky Loved MadonnaToday is August 16th. It’s Madonna’s 48th birthday. That’s not something of which I’d ordinarily make note……… Twenty years ago today, August …

[Below is a very short story I wrote for the blog five years ago. I was reminded of it tonight during a rerun of Keith Olbermann’s epic hour-long rant on health care reform. So here’s a rerun of my own.] Rite Aid Pharmacy, Grand Central Terminal There’s a woman in line ahead of me who has just handed over a …

This story makes its sixth annual appearance on JMG….Grand Central Terminal functions as the mechanical heart of midtown New York City, pumping out several thousand workers and tourists on one beat, then sucking in several thousand more on the next. The rhythms of the terminal are fascinating. Beat. Four thousand, inbound from New Haven. Beat. Three thousand, outbound to Westchester. …

Fort Lauderdale, April 1993 On a sunny morning in 1993, my 13 year old cat Boris jumped into my lap, stretched luxuriously, curled into a ball, and went to sleep forever. It wasn’t totally out of the blue, he’d been suffering from urinary blockages, a chronic problem with neutered males. He’d been in a coma once, with a little kitty …

Rite Aid Pharmacy, Grand Central Terminal There’s a woman in line ahead of me who has just handed over a huge sheaf of prescriptions. She is a middle-aged business woman wearing a navy suit. She has a Blackberry clipped to her messenger-style bag. The two clerks seem to know her and they immediately pick up their pace and begin darting …

This story makes its fifth annual appearance on JMG….Grand Central Terminal functions as the mechanical heart of midtown New York City, pumping out several thousand workers and tourists on one beat, then sucking in several thousand more on the next. The rhythms of the terminal are fascinating. Beat. Four thousand, inbound from New Haven. Beat. Three thousand, outbound to Westchester. …

No new blogging, today is a travel day for me. But something I just witnessed reminded me of this story, one of the first I wrote for JMG. Departure JFK airport. The JetBlue terminal. I’m sitting in the crowded pre-boarding area, waiting for my plane to Florida to arrive. Seated next to me are a man and his young son. …

This story makes its 4th annual appearance on JMG….Grand Central Terminal functions as the mechanical heart of midtown New York City, pumping out several thousand workers and tourists on one beat, then sucking in several thousand more on the next. The rhythms of the terminal are fascinating. Beat. Four thousand, inbound from New Haven. Beat. Three thousand, outbound to Westchester. …

Sunday, 11pm, Christopher Street, West Village I’m on my cellphone, leaning against a tree. A handsome young man comes running up the sidewalk at me. His jerky gait on the broken cement suggests he’s trying not to break his mother’s back. Or maybe trying TO break it, I can’t tell. He’s shouting something, but I can’t make it out with …

San Francisco, 2002We parked in the Mission Street garage. Pet Shop Boys hadn’t played San Francisco in three years and we’d had our tickets for months. It was my first return visit to The City since my move to NYC the previous year and I was almost giddy just to be with my friends again. Just to ratchet up our …