Burlesque in the Barrio

Being always the adventurer, I accepted an invitation from Rashan to go watch Brown Girls Burlesque at a small bar way up in Spanish Harlem. The results: a crammed crowded space, filled with lots of latin flesh, and cigar smoke. The girls: meh. I’d rather go see the ballet, for pretty much every reason. But [...]

Jay and Steph’s Wedding, 3/3

We’re still at the reception, but stepped out into the sun for a moment of garden hijinks. Charlie, Pete, and I sat posed for a minute, taking advantage of the setting to capture a cheeky moment. Back inside for a few more photos. Missed eating the actual cake, I’m afraid.

Jay and Steph’s Wedding, 2/3

After sweating it out in the summer sun, we shuffled our way into The Manor for cocktail hour, during which all manner of goodies were available to us. Never before have I seen a full carving station during a supposed cocktail hour. And in we go. Dancing, laughing, snapping photos, giving speeches, catching up, gossiping, [...]

Jay and Steph’s Wedding, 1/3

Following a five-year romance, my best friend Jay and his love Stephanie have performed the necessary rituals, and paperwork, to become husband and wife. The ceremony was held at The Manor, is West Orange, providing a scenic old-world backdrop for the occasion. Because the whole affair started at 11:00 am, it seemed more of a [...]

Crabby on the Way Home

The weary New Yorker may not entirely understand, but after a week of Puerto Rico I’m ready to head home. The heat, sun, animals, spotty television and phone service, cars breaking down, and generally eccentricity of my family (and extended family) are all good for a few days, but not for extended sets. In typical [...]

A Monument to the Jíbaro People

Stopping on the side of the Autopista, we visited a monument to the Jíbaro people of Puerto Rico. The Jíbaro aren’t the natives of Puerto Rico, per se, but they embody a specific home-grown culture that is neither copied from Spain, nor from America. It has to do with the land, and the agricultural traditions, [...]

Patillas Beach

The beach in our neighborhood is relatively low-key compared to the craziness of metro San Juan. That is all. Also, we have “free range” chickens on and around our property.

Balneario de Carolina

With the cousins in Carolina for some beach fun and wackiness. Javier, Pito, and Angel continue to age, as do we, and yet together, they still act like ten-year-olds. Nothing wrong with that. 0

Isla Verde

Mischa and Gabe arrived a day behind Johanna and me. So we are off to the beach for some much-needed sun, sand, and drinks. The day started, as if often does, in Patillas, with the family piling into our sweaty old car. Hey, it’s gets us around. Later on, we found ourselves in a typical [...]

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