Kids, duck!”
“How come?
“Just do it,” my wife said, echoing my command. “Now!” We all collapsed and crouched on the floor of our minivan. I counted to 20.
“That should do it,” I said and snuck a peak over the windowsill. “Coast clear.”
It was a Saturday afternoon on West End Avenue, and Read More
Kids, duck!”
“How come?
“Just do it,” my wife said, echoing my command. “Now!” We all collapsed and crouched on the floor of our minivan. I counted to 20.
“That should do it,” I said and snuck a peak over the windowsill. “Coast clear.”
It was a Saturday afternoon on West End Avenue, Read More
Author: Ken Krimstein Page: 5
PQ: ‘But one thing: What are records?’
I wanted an afternoon of bonding with my 11-year-old son, but I also wanted an afternoon-so, in a fit of inspiration, I figured that he and one of his friends were finally old enough to cruise the Lower East Side with me Read More
It was Marsha the Moose in mufti, it had to be. Even though she wasn’t wearing her antlers, her bright purple jumpsuit with puce piping was a dead giveaway, as was her smug grin as she climbed into a BMW 540. While she looked at me and my gaggle of kids, she undoubtedly saw birthday-party Read More
Every time I go into the cabinet above the toaster looking for some Sleepy Time Tea, I stumble across the tins of pâté de canard, the jar of foie gras, and all the other inedible delicacies our friends from Paris left as a gift for staying with us on their recent exchange-rate-driven jaunt. Nothing against Read More
I think what pushed me over the edge was the rainy night I circled the block for an hour and 20 minutes looking for a parking space. Like Buddha under the bodhi tree, I learned something. I learned that time spent looking for a parking space is time taken away from your life, time Read More
As all tennis-playing New Yorkers know, there’s nothing like playing a couple of hours in Central Park. The drill goes something like this: Player A: “O.K., you get to the courts at 6 a.m. You wait in line, rack up and purchase a same-day ticket-we’ll all split the $5.50 surcharge-then, when you get to the Read More
