I had never been to a community meeting with the police before. This one took place last Wednesday night at Our Lady of Mount Carmel Church in the Bronx. For those of you who live outside of New York (or work … Continue reading A Faux Pas In The 48
I try. I really do. But life, as you probably have figured out, is not easy. Even something as simple as preparing a meal isn’t easy. I should confess right off the bat that I am not a foodie. Coffee, … Continue reading Full of Beans
It was Palm Sunday. A group of us from the Jesuit business school gathered after the liturgy for dinner at the Jesuit residence in Abidjan. The kitchen staff had prepared an assortment of liquors and snacks for us before dinner, … Continue reading Je Suis Américain
Last week I returned from a trip to Abidjan in the Ivory Coast that included an overnight stay in Accra, Ghana. I went through four airports in four different countries: New York, Istanbul, Abidjan, and Accra. That gave me a … Continue reading When Pigs Fly
I spent the past week in Abidjan, Ivory Coast. This is the French-speaking, western part of Africa. On the flight back to New York, I sat next to a young family of four from Kuwait. They spoke little English, so … Continue reading World Airways, Resurrected
I remember studying Shakespeare in college and coming across this line in Hamlet: “Though this be madness, yet there is method in ’t” (Act II, sc. 2). Polonius says this in response to Hamlet’s comment about old men, which isn’t … Continue reading The Shakespearean Digital Aside
Correction to last Sunday’s Note to Self. “Parlor” refers to more than pizza and dead people. There are also tattoo parlors and, still, beauty parlors. I stand corrected. You want a piece of me? See Robert Brancatelli. Continue reading Mittwoch Matinee
