Coming To Town
The seventeen-mile commute from my house in Clifton to the office on E. 75th Street was a lesson in itself. Getting into the city, via Route 3 and the Lincoln Tunnel, was a rough start to any commuter's day, but...
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Six months into my freshman year at Syracuse University, I knew I was in trouble. Upstate New York, in the dead of winter, provided its own set of challenges, but living in an 'all guys' dorm where partying was the...
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While the rest of the country was out celebrating the Bicentennial of the United States of America, I was at sleep-away camp doing whatever I needed to do in order to survive in the wilderness of the Pocono Mountains with...
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Anyone who pays enough attention can certainly keep track of world trends, but the real fortunes of the future are not to be made by following trends, so much as by creating them. Quoting the French writer, poet and journalist...
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A new sketchbook is one hundred, intentionally left blank, pages. My new Strathmore 400 Series 'Sketch' book went with me everywhere, but I never expected it to take me to where I am today. My parents called me down from...
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