Midnight in the Village: Anthony Wonsey’s Surprise Jazz Set Lights Up Smalls
On a rainy Saturday night in Greenwich Village, an unplanned detour led to one of the most memorable jazz performances of the spring.
Category: Culture
When Losing a Pet Feels Like an Amputation
Recently, I experienced the loss of my 18-year-old dog, Rosie. For nearly two decades, she was woven into the rhythm of my daily life — present through ordinary days, major milestones, moments of joy, and periods of hardship.
Nature vs. The City
It was a bizarre scene on Saturday, May 30, after a Village View fan alerted me of a fallen tree on West 11th between 6th and 7th avenues.
What’s In a Word Anyway?
Well, the other day I was sitting outside my favorite bakery/coffee shop on LaGuardia Place (a three-block stretch in Greenwich Village) with nothing much to do when I picked up a free copy of a local weekly newspaper. I read about the happenings in the Village and with time on my hands worked on the puzzles included with the paper.
Brain Bleeds
Brain Bleeds By Jan Crawford Twelve years ago since blood twice stunned my brain into an absence of being for days emerging into lights too bright A skull no longer entirely mine in a strange world of busy voices Weeks later...
Who Are the Brain Police?
While the DGA went down to the wire in negotiations with the film producers AKA streamers, it is important to recognize the decline of all the influencers in our current motion picture and television industry.
All in the Family
Hands down, the West Village wildlife story of the month is that right before sunset on an evening in early June, from the south rocks of Hudson River Park’s Gansevoort Peninsula, what should make landfall out of the surf—but a beaver!
Thirty-Five Stories of Apartments at 388 Hudson
As a supporter of the Abundance Movement and a dedicated YIMBY (Yes in My Back Yard), I have frequently had arguments with NIMBY (Not in My Back Yard) opponents over housing proposals.
KNICKS REACTION: A New York State of Mind
I joined more than two million people in lower Manhattan to celebrate the Knicks. Not because I follow basketball but because I wanted to feel what the city was feeling.
The Pint-Sized Palate — A Kid’s Take on Food — The Velvet Underground
On a Friday night, my parents were already at La Boca, inside the Faena Hotel. They had gone without us, but soon decided my sister, Charlemagne, and I would probably love it too.
America at 250
- When Losing a Pet Feels Like an Amputation
Recently, I experienced the loss of my 18-year-old dog, Rosie. For nearly two decades, she was woven into the rhythm of my daily life — present through ordinary days, major milestones, moments of joy, and periods of hardship.