Bad Runner

Ten days ago, my youngest son, always one to make a gymnasium where there isn’t one, gashed his leg on a sharp wire protruding from a broken-down piece of furniture in our apartment. We rushed him to the Pediatric ER at Beth Israel for stitches, and while my wife stayed …

A Toast to the Newcomers

In the nineties and aughts, there was a lawless vibe in the East Village and Lower East Side, especially late at night. As uncool as I was, even I knew a few of the vaguely to very illegal fun spots out on the dirty and somewhat dangerous streets: a ground-floor …

Sorry, Not Sorry

This blurry mid-race picture sets the scene: Mile 4 of a recent 6.2-mile trail race in Staten Island. (Yes, there are trail races on SI.) That’s me in the back, trying to keep contact with Blue Shirt Guy. He’s been right behind Black Shoe Guy—whose foot you see at lower …