Category Archives: Life as I Know it

Column: He’s plastic, but I loved him

I was an only child for the first 10 years of my life. Let’s start there. Looking back, it was pretty clear I wasn’t…quite like most of the other kids. I didn’t get into baseball until about the eighth grade and, though I was never really into Michael Jackson or Madonna, one of my best […]

Column: Nobody’s perfect, not even me

If you’re reading this on the Review’s publication date, I am on the Disney Fantasy with my wife and parents enjoying the last of a seven-day cruise of the western Caribbean. Along the way, we celebrated my mother’s 69th birthday, our 15th wedding anniversary and, generally, the joy of touring the seas on a floating […]

Column: Writing has ruined me for reading

Last week, Editorial Assistant Annarose Russo and I had a discussion about our inability to read anything, in that case a press release, without mentally applying the tenets of AP style. That’s what we use here at your newspaper, by the way. It’s the reason you read things like, “The mayor said there are more […]

Column: Where’s my time machine? I want to go home

This past weekend, I watched two movies from my embarrassing backlog of wrapped DVDs, “Horse Feathers” and “Duck Soup,” both starring the Marx Brothers, released in 1932 and 1933 respectively. In this space over the past weeks, we’ve discussed my love of “Casablanca,” trains and my discovery of neckwear at an early age. The bow […]

Column: I’ve always been a tie guy

I wore a tie to school most days in my junior and senior years of high school. Public high school. In Yonkers. Looking back, I think it was my way of being different, or standing out. I could never have been one of those kids with Technicolor hair or a piercing where there shouldn’t be […]

Column: Time enough at last to write

Those of us who write for your newspaper do so under a constant, rolling deadline. As soon as we file what we need to for one week, the deadline for the next springs to life and begins to loom. That’s what deadlines do; they loom. I’ve mentioned the novella I wrote in the latter part […]

Column: Everybody comes (back) to Rick’s

Last Friday, Valentine’s Day, my wife and I went to see “Casablanca,” my favorite movie of all-time, at the Alamo Drafthouse in Yonkers. It was the fifth time I’ve seen “Casablanca” in a theater. As I watched, rapt as ever, something happened that’s never happened to me before and it made me realize that, each […]