The Flying Years – Part II

It is unlikely that I have ever dedicated a post to anybody other than Marie and a big black cat – except a manuscript, of course, which was dedicated to the late Gilbert Trigano, heart and soul of Club Med and indirectly responsible for sending me spinning through the wildest years of my adult life – but this…

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Good Bye Terrace

We are at T-minus a bunch of sleepless nights and steamy days, Brooklyn-bound at last, stubborn as beagles homing in on the cheese. Here in Harlem, nights are mild going on tropical and while fireflies for some reason have deserted us, the terrace is lush and welcoming. Marie will once again leave a bit of herself…

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The Life of a Cat

Blog reader: “Tell me how he died…” Vince: “I will tell you how he lived.” Adapted, with a smirk, from The Last Samuraï When I came to New York City eight years ago, inbound from beautiful Vancouver and landing at Newark’s International Airport for a coffee – yes, I had flown across North America to come have coffee with a stranger in…

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Aerial View Of…

Those of you with a certain nationality are automatically disqualified. The rest can play and guess what and where this structure is… Toy world I once more apologize for the relative silence around here. It reflects much noise off-camera and unrest to say the least. But smoother days will be back. Coming soon, The Flying Years – Part…

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