Describe your dream chocolate bar.

I’d walk a mile for some chocolate and only as far as the corner for others.
How far would you go? No hyperbole, now.
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Describe your dream chocolate bar.

I’d walk a mile for some chocolate and only as far as the corner for others.
How far would you go? No hyperbole, now.







Describe one simple thing you do that brings joy to your life.





A walk, with you as witness to my day, brings such a simple pleasure to me.
Jotting down what I saw and did is a simple joy.
Sometimes, I will share a simple set of photos from my daily excursions. This gives the day’s pleasure its own life.

How do you know when it’s time to unplug? What do you do to make it happen?









When I admire the streetscape of the city, I am definitely unplugged. My only contact with my phone and its data is when I go to click a photo.

I am adding café au lait to my menu, and it is such a welcome addition. The one at Le Petit Parisien is a particular treat.





So many different approaches to the balcony!



Bed Bath and Beyond has been inviting me to visit my store for bargains in the wake of its imminent closing. In fact, “my” store closed long ago. These folks hanging out in front of it look a little lost, as if this were a regular haunt they miss.





There are two little gems from NYC’s bygone days sitting side by side beside the ramp to the 59th Street Bridge. It’s been the Ed Koch Bridge for several years, I just haven’t adjusted to the news.

I believe that I passed another one of these Ohm Centers on 2nd Avenue in the 50s. Maybe not….


No sooner had the skies turned grey with a yellow fringe, giving me just enough time to shut down the house, then a thunderous downpour washed over the windows.
What jobs have you had?
Is walking around and writing about it a job? Well, I kind of feel like today it is my job.





Admittedly, it’s a self-created job, one I took on as a way of sharing my views and tours of our city.
Usually, a job brings home a paycheck. My pay for this job is the gratification of having you read my words.
Do you practice religion?
God, if s/he exists, like the devil [ditto] is in the details.










This bar, on First Avenue in the 60s, takes its Sherlock very seriously. Me, not a Baker Street Irregular, I am just ambling by.
The watch has become obsolete – you know, unless it counts our steps or announces incoming texts. What would Holmes have said?



What are you good at?
Writing is my way of expressing my ideas. It lets out a lot of my creativity. It’s a passion of mine.








Walking is another thing about which I am passionate. When I walk I think of what I will share in my writing. I also illustrate my thoughts with pictures.