“Here?” Courtney pointed at the stairs descending into the Moscow subway. We all peered down. “Does it really matter?” Jeff was impatient. This was the third subway entrance we’d examined, and it was freezing (as Moscow in February at 11pm tends to be). “They just...
“Here?” Courtney pointed at the stairs descending into the Moscow subway. We all peered down. “Does it really matter?” Jeff was impatient. This was the third subway entrance we’d examined, and it was freezing (as Moscow in February at 11pm tends to be). “They just...
“Can you give me a few minutes? I’ve got to dry my hair.” Debbie stood aside as I made my way into the house. She was wearing an oversized Champion sweatshirt and had a towel wrapped around her head like a turban. “Yeah, sure.” I gave her a quick kiss and watched as...
From 1991-1999, I was a graduate student, pursuing a PhD in philosophy at the CUNY Graduate Center in Manhattan. Now, you might think that this is a long time to seek a graduate degree (most people do it in four or five years), and you’d be right: I stretched the...
From 1991-1999, I was a graduate student, pursuing a PhD in philosophy at the CUNY Graduate Center in Manhattan. Now, you might think that this is a long time to seek a graduate degree (most people do it in four or five years), and you’d be right: I stretched the...
“So, your mom is making you go too?” I was on the phone with my best friend, David Weber, discussing a Bar Mitzvah we were going to that weekend. “Yeah.” He sounded depressed. “She plays Mahjong with Yahney’s mother. I freaking hate that kid.” Philip Yahney was the...
During the late 1970’s and early 80’s, Michael Paley was my “lives-across-the-street” friend, which means that it was a friendship of convenience. A well-meaning doofus, Mike was gullible, accident prone, and generally a yutz. A kind of juvenile Inspector Clouseau,...
“I gotta’ get out of here for the summer.” Gene Lemon gave one more suck on his Newport menthol, before flicking it out of the window. “You know what I mean?” We were sitting in Gene’s car in the Roosevelt Field mall parking lot after our lunch shift at...