Tag Archives: New York

Connected

Posted on September 11, 2019 by soitgoes1984

I wish I saw the Wallflowers at the Hartford Meadows on the twelfth of September eighteen years ago. I used to love The Wallflowers and my mom bought tickets for my 17th birthday and I waited all summer long and … Continue reading →

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Walking Man

Posted on April 11, 2017 by soitgoes1984

The sidewalk loosely guides us as we drone along on autopilot gliding between building and street building and street building and street until the sound of honking horns overpowers our headphones and we see red hands prompting us to stop … Continue reading →

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Best slice in town…

Posted on January 30, 2014 by soitgoes1984

April 17, 2006 I had a New York state of mind but i was running way behind heading south on 95 my truck was pinned, in overdrive got to Manhattan by eight and that’s a good two hours late I … Continue reading →

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