Category Archives: places

who dat

who dat

A dozen ladies calling themselves the Who Dat Divas break into an impromptu jam on the sidewalk where the Poulin Brothers are playing. Said one brother after the Divas left: I’m going to stay far away from that mayhem.

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Lady Mary’s wallpaper

So I mostly feel I should contribute in some positive way with knowledge or insights about … emerging digital platforms? Earned/owned media? Really?

Instead I find myself obsessed with Lady Mary’s wallpaper, just visible behind the cantankerous sisters as they “dress for dinner.” Actually, have others dress them. Ahh Downtown, where newspapers are ironed, maids help one in and out of the bath (except O’Brien, baby killer), and tea is always served.

Dressing for Dinner


Morning commute

So much better. Clear of head, buoyed of spirit, reading the New York Times the old-fashioned way, with newsprint smudging my hands. I file this post under places, but it’s really no place, neither here nor there. In transit, which is where I spend a lot of time. Here’s an attempt to capture the best piece of it, a harbor in Greenwich, as I rattle by.


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The ride home

Looking for hope and good will on this dreary January evening. Not to be found among the unfurled umbrellas blossoming without heed to others’ heads and hats and eyes. Nor along the train tunnels, smelling of damp and scorched fuel. The sky-blue Tiffany billboards, posted before the holidays, look shopworn. The first car I try smells, unforgivably, of the bathroom. The next is a bar car, decorated with faux-bois wallpaper, which will have “no scheduled service this evening,” the conductor announces. Are we to hold out hope for impromptu, spontaneous drink pouring? I wedge onto the vinyl-upholstered bench with two others, one with a sinus issues of the nasal sort. January, either you must leave or I will. We cannot coexist.


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sunshine, on a cloudy day

from block island, now four months ago.

block island

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my girl

Lily, Las Vegas


Getting on midnight, waiting for Oliver to return home from his first semester at Sierra Nevada. Super odd cats congregated here and one extremely stylish one.


And here he is.