Sunday, September 27, 2009

The World Is Watching

The reason for choosing this apartment was obviously it's fabulous view of the United Nations, and the East River if you crane your neck.

The U.N. complex a block away is quiet almost always, like an oversize sculpture. They don't build 'em like that very often.
It's also a part of my running route, which is why my personal welcome mat is wearing thin for all visiting Presidents, Despots, Libyan Dictators, multi-national corporations and the jounalists who love them.

The neighborhood gets incredibly swarmed by various security people, here to protect and defend Tudor City.
Every 10 minutes or so, sirens yelping, a motorcade screams by, carrying the entire population of Togo to Larry Flynt's Hustler Club.

They'll leave soon...just like those wacky Druids.

Thursday, September 10, 2009

More L.A. PIX-4:45 am














I LOVE L.A.

The world's favorite firstborn ran a half marathon at Disneyland this past Sunday. 15,000 runners started. I saw many grunting, wheezing, and limping to the finish line.

But Not Amy...Here's a clip of her hitting the final stretch.

Tuesday, September 8, 2009

My New Job


Just got a new radio gig! I'll be counting down the top 100 Bible verses every Sunday morning. Just like St. Casey.
"Up to number 3 this week, it's Deuterotomy 23!"

Tuesday, September 1, 2009

Down The Slot


Just 2 days a year, the sun lines up perfectly with the Manhattan street grid. This means the sun sets straight down every street.

These are pictures from this year's "Mahattanhenge"
Giant clots of wackos armed with cameras, ladders, stepstools and bad Druid spirit invade Tudor City's 42nd St. bridge to fulfill their quest: the ultimate photographic expression of Manhattanhenge.
Luckily, it's all over quickly and we only need to cart away their Red Bull and Vitamin Water containers. Then it's 363 days of Tudor City tranquility.


Broad Shoulders







Soon I'll be working weekends on Sunday Night Football, so I spent last weekend on a sleeping car trip to Chicago. Visited Wrigley Field for the first time (The Cubbies won) and dined at the Berghoff, the oldest restaurant in town.

Coming home I enjoyed the largest room I've ever had on a sleeping car. It was large enough to do yoga in there. Big bathroom with shower, too.

Friday night on the dining car of the Lake Shore Limited I had dinner with a woman named Doris Roos who was taking her daughter to a private high school in Ohio. She was born in Namibia and is currently head of the Child Protection Unit for UNICEF in Guyana. It was fascinating to talk with them about Africa, Guyana and the 35(!) countries she's been to.

Net weekend I'm off to Los Angeles to cheer Amy on as she competes in a half marathon at Disneyland. Hey, I just got back from running 7 miles...maybe I could do this.
Whenever I go running, Larry, our doorman reminds me of the time a tenant went out for a run. A while later, 2 cops arrived and showed him a Polaroid picture. They said:"Do you know this guy?" He said: "Yeah, I know him." "He's my tenant." They said: "Not anymore he isn't...he's dead." I told Larry he should have gotten his Christmas tip in advance from that guy.

Enjoy some pictures from my weekend. Fenway's nice, but Wrigley has the best hot dogs.

Goodbye Forever.
Groucho







Monday, August 31, 2009

Another Campaign With My Battle Tested Unit

The telegram arrived this afternoon. I was in the insulation aisle at Home Depot on 23rd St. A three quarter life size man approached, wearing a brown uniform with matching pillbox hat. I can't believe I tipped the guy a quarter to get this news.

Seems we're about to be called out on a mission. My third. I'm lucky... The announcer before me was just torn up by shrapnel in Athens. The poor kid never had a chance. This might even be tougher than having to eat prosciutto 5, 6 times a day like in Torino. Not to mention the unspeakable comestibles and sub-par red wines of China. This is the burden we true explorers must bear. For you, my cronies, relatives, and litigants.

I'm just proud to be an American. Again entering hostile territory to give you the only fair and balanced impressions of what I see in between scarfing the most sinful local foods which will probably be salmon. But this is the kind of sacrifice I'm willing to make. For you.

Just learned today I'll be working in Vancouver from Feb.7-Mar. 1st.

Stay tuned for random musings and updates. '