Some days, when I arrive in New York’s Grand Central Station, I partake in a ritual. Crossing 42nd, I carefully dodge the urgency of yellow cabs and harried commuters and proceed to the Southeast corner of the street. I enter the gilded, art deco lobby of the Chanin Building, site of my very first job. Continue reading “The Chanin Building”
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Screwdriver Parties
Pulling into my driveway late one afternoon, my eyes fell upon a dark sedan sitting idly. Unable to recognize a face through the tinted windows and noting a New Jersey plate, a state from which I knew no one, I felt a slight feeling of uneasiness. And then as if in slow motion, a windowContinue reading “Screwdriver Parties”
Memories of Howard Johnson’s Takeout Counter
One of my very favorite memories of working in New York City was a ritual I enjoyed each morning before the onset of my work day. Tucked neatly away in a corner of my office building lay a parallel universe of culinary delight known as Howard Johnson’s. Famous for its orange roof, fried clams andContinue reading “Memories of Howard Johnson’s Takeout Counter”
