Panerai Peeps…
David assumed the role of me last night.
Cultcha on Sunday before my first cup of coffee. 9am and the #1 train is actually running on the weekend. I am a member of the Whitney and this was […]
Snowmaggedon has been prophesied about for the past five days. Yesterday, Stella hit with abandon.
I feel confidant that most of my readership has been to New York City. Here’s a thought that literally assaulted me on my way home last night.
I have a rich fantasy life. Mostly, they involve sports, travel and retail therapy…not the prerequisite sex.
Mopish in Manhattan? That’s impossible. Seriously…about as probable as Donald Trump doing a Pantene commercial for beautiful hair.
Walked 20 miles over the weekend. It feels good to pound the pavement again.