When we were little my best friend Kyra and I did most things identically. This included showing the world we were super psyched–about our Keds, about Agatha Christie, about making sundaes and about rendezvousing on the beach in Southampton–by simultaneously reaching up and grabbing the air with our hands then wrenching our bent arms [...]
I was negotiating with a young bartender over the feasibility of obtaining Lily a green-tea martini (we are all Orientalists here) when she leaned over to me and said, I think that’s Reverend Billy.
Who? I gasped.
Him! Right there! We were whispering urgently now, two hunters in a blind or fine just two [...]
by Spencer Dennis
I am sitting on the subway and a panhandler walks in from the other car with a loud slam of the doors that follows his entrance. His face is completely deformed from an acid burn. He holds a sign up with a newspaper article about the incident in which he got his entire [...]
I was surprised, too, but I spent Thursday night in Northeast Queens. So did the New York Philharmonic. It was a concert. Free. There were all these bony-Julliard types wandering around with briefcases, the only people more disoriented than the Mendelssohn soloist.
The concert was preceded by a lengthy session of dignitary [...]
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