Paul Rader was a man of his word. He had so many words, though, it was difficult to believe all of them.

That night, my roommate Roger shared some interesting statistics. Roger was from Phoenix, and he was the CEO of a company that was named by Fortune 500 Magazine that year as one of the fastest growing tech companies in the country. He was the rides' self-proclaimed statistician. “We've already logged over 260 miles in the … Continue reading Putting My Best Foot Forward

It was exactly what I needed. I was able to pedal with my right leg, and was able to keep my left knee immobile.

In 1992, I didn't know what the hell a meniscus was, but I knew it hurt like hell to tear one.

Sometimes you just have to put your head down and pedal.

I started riding my bike to work every day. It was 6 miles from Astoria, over the 59th Street Bridge, to West 44th Street. I know most people reading this now will think that I was crazy for riding my bike in Manhattan, and you may be right, but it is exhilarating. There is an … Continue reading Change of Plans

I returned to my office at 44th Street, grinning from ear to ear. I hadn't felt that light, that free of myself in 10 years.

nothing to see here, folks, except a pigeon shit-covered Glenn.

Juli has insisted that if I refer to any ex-girlfriends in these posts, I must refer to them all as Blondie.

There Katie and I would be, talking to one another through the filthy mehitzah, praying that the hasidim would all get back on the damn bus so we could get to work on time.