It was the end of February, we had done zilch to commemorate Black History Month, and something told us that watching four hours of RuPaul’s Drag Race reruns didn’t quite suffice. Read More
Planes Trains & Automobiles
Many a New Yorker’s deep-seated and very specific air-travel related fear—a bird flying into the engine after takeoff, causing an emergency landing a la Sully—just manifested into reality for not just one, but a high-profile CNN contributor and a Fox News contributor, both of whom lived to Tweet another day.
Everybody Go Downtown
Terminal 3 at JFK International Airport is incontinent. At 52, such problems are understandable. Still, they are nonetheless embarrassing, especially for one of the main international entry points for still (arguably, hopefully) the capital of the world.
Hanging from Terminal 3’s massive flying saucer roof are two dozen diapers, the actual technical term for the no-longer white tarps, 10-by-10 or larger, affixed to the concrete ceiling by steel cables. Running out the middle of each is a clear garden hose. Why not something opaque is a mystery as baffling as the fact that this terminal, with its crumbling roof, still stands. At least a dark hose would hide the effluent passing through the cracks of time, the drippings of decades of decay and neglect, where none of it would be exposed for all the world to see.
Hello Istanbul, greetings Sao Paolo, cheerio London. Welcome to New York. Hope your 12-hour flight was O.K. Please ignore the colostomy bags hanging overhead.
Ladies and gentlemen, Lower Manhattan has arrived. At least according to this new five-minute tourist ad, anyway.