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  • Along the Hudson River Valley.

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    We took a drive today—a spontaneous outing. We headed north along the Hudson River and visited a number of different towns along the way. One of them was Cold Spring where we found some of the greenest, most plush grass I’ve seen in years. It was Emory’s first experience with real grass, (and by real…

  • Fudgepacking Happiness.

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    (Note to self: You know what’s funny about this one? This is the first video you took telling that particular story and when you totally derailed yourself midway through you went on to take a few more. Yet, after watching them all, you settled on this one because it’s more you and Emory will most…

  • Beneath A Parachute.

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    Stories For My Son: Scene Three. (Watch the others here.) P.S. I am having great difficulty (both technically and personally) with the good ol’ blog today. Do forgive me for any weirdness you may have seen here today.

  • None of What You Hear and Half of What You See.

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    What if you woke up today and read the following expert from a blog based out of Brooklyn. I saw a woman pull a baby out of the trunk of her car on Friday afternoon. It was horrifying. You see, I was at the bodega on Meeker Avenue buying some lottery tickets. I rounded the…

  • Making Boys Gay.

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    Stories For My Son: Scene Two. (Side note: I realized today that I have a lisp. I am not sure if it’s due to my excessive hearing loss or all the orthodontic work I had done as a kid. But it’s there, clear as day.)

  • Stories For My Son. (Part 1)

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    I’m starting a new series called “Stories For My Son”. Well, that’s the working title. It may change. My plan is to record a story at least once a week. We’ll see how it goes. But for now expect a new video every Wednesday. Edited to add: So, I think my video may have made…

  • There is Something in the Air Today

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    The last time I had a strange sensation about a day, two planes flew into the World Trade Center. The thing about that was I never said it out loud and so I wasn’t sure if I thought I had the sensation ahead of time or if I decided I had the sensation ahead of…

  • Clearing the Air.

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    Someone left a comment (anonymously, of course) on the last post I wrote calling me a racist. It bummed me out enough that I haven’t wanted to approach this Web site all weekend. At first I thought, who cares what this coward anonymously wrote on my Web site, but then I realized that others may…

  • A Shiver Runs Through It.

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    No matter how many times I remind myself to do otherwise, I find myself out of the house at the very same moment every school in Williamsburg and Greenpoint is letting out. Yesterday, I did it again. Imagine you’re a guppy wading through a river with your young and a school of piranha are released…

  • I Write This As He Screams.

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    Emory has been sick. He got a cold the day before we left for Florida, kicked it the day before we headed back north, and then got another one from one of the 4 billion kids we saw while we were away. He’s been cranky. Wiping his nose has become one of the most impossible…