47th Street
Walking past the firehouse at 48th Street and Eighth Avenue at 6:30 this morning, two things brought me to a halt. The first was ladder truck 4 leaving, its rotating […] More
Schubin Chronicles
American freedom
It’s cold today in New York. I mean that strictly from a weather standpoint. The primary election runoff is heating up, with one candidate trying to fling World Trade Center […] More
A quiet Saturday
It’s a quiet day in New York. It’s Saturday, and the weather is less than wonderful. I’m in a TV truck outside the Metropolitan Opera again, this time for “Wozzeck,” […] More
Beyond New York
This morning was the first time since the 11th that I can recall hearing a siren. That wasn’t the only noise. The jackhammers started at about 7:30 am. I don’t […] More
A different hero
In Central Park today, I passed a hot-dog vendor whose umbrella said “Historic Battery Park.” That’s located at the southern tip of Manhattan Island, near “Ground Zero.” Business must be […] More
A new kind of politics?
Ever since the attack, Mayor Giuliani has given the impression of being willing to answer all reporters’ questions truthfully and fully, with certain exceptions. He didn’t want to dwell on […] More
My World Trade Center
First, I want to apologize for something in yesterday’s report. Even though my point was that we cannot blame an ethnic group for the acts of some of its members, […] More
Justice, yes, but . . .
In Colorado, one often encounters a license-plate-looking bumper sticker touting the driver’s “NATIVE” birth in the state. In some parts of the world, not even natives are considered part of […] More
Another day , another memorial
Just when you think things are getting back to normal in New York, you encounter the strange. Last night’s Metropolitan Opera benefit was, by all accounts, a huge success. The […] More
A Central Park Morning
Ah! A night’s sleep! It works wonders! The latest word is that the number of missing may be too large. Some may have been counted twice (or more). I had […] More
New York – The Good Planes are Back
In the early 1970s, I lived on West 48th Street, just west of Eighth Avenue. Across the avenue was a firehouse, near the bus stop I sometimes used (and where, […] More