Good Samaritan, I love your ignorance

Just moments after I snapped this picture of all the ice-frivolity at Rockefeller Center yesterday, my wallet fell out of my pocket and onto 49th Street. It was a sweet little tan leather tri-fold with an embossed pickup truck that I bought from an aging cordwainer at the Virginia Highlands Festival in Abingdon a few years back. I …

A Week on the Wagon

Ah, what frivolous creatures we were early in the week, before the Gonave Microplate and the Caribbean Plate slipped against each other, sending Port-Au-Prince into the the third ring of Hell. We thought we had problems: Nathan actually complained about NOT living in Brooklyn, and about getting lots of web traffic, albeit from horny teenagers. …