Good ideas rarely come from someone navigating the blistering cold without a coat, who is suffering from a frozen face, half frozen appendages and a broken spirit.
One Stop Before (PT 3)
The End of a Brooklyn Summer – Part 3
There’s something about soda from a diner that hits differently. Maybe it’s the carbonation, the perfect combination of water-to-ice-to-syrup ratio, or the “old fashioned” soda glass it typically comes in. It was especially refreshing on an unbearably hot day like that summer day in Brooklyn. Condensation from the tinted blue glass slowly dripped onto the... Continue Reading →
One Stop Before (PT 2)
“The last thing I remember is walking out of that place, alone, wearing a bright orange jacket.” “Is that really the last thing you remember?”
One Stop Before
She was wearing the brightest, orange jacket I’ve ever seen. Brighter than one of those reflective vests worn by construction workers spotted on the side of the highway or road. It was painfully bright and oddly shaped. A single-width puffer jacket with roughly 16 crevasses that started just under her armpits and stopped at the... Continue Reading →
Right from the Dollar Menu
Fast food hits different at 33. It wasn’t too long ago that a trip to Wendy’s for a “Fresh But Never Frozen” 99 cent cheeseburger (yes, those existed) with a side of medium fries and a surprisingly oversized soda was the text-book hangover cure. Now, closer to middled-aged than I was in college, I feel hungover after eating anything remotely close to that.
Kristina M. Nasuti