We sold my parents’ place, a small ranch on a lot of property, as-is, when my father died. We didn’t get much money for it but the people who we eventually sold it to were from the area and were priced out otherwise so why not, pay it forward.

I read somewhere that if you watch HH or HHI and place bets (which one will they choose?!?!?) always go for the one that’s furnished. Why? Because they’re already living there, and that’s their crap, staged of course. “I don’t like the color of the bathroom…” Of course you don’t, but with the money you got from…

Oh, it’s pretty bad, but if you already live here and you read between the lines you realize it’s a very tiny subset of the 8.2 million of us. Not to mention that there’s another 8 or 9 million more in the commutable metro area. Not all of us can be digitable media influencers with a boy/girlfriend with a quirky…

Don’t read The Hunt. It’s been a parody of itself and its readers since the column started.

For what job would the application ask about interacting positively with members of minority groups? And do they give the same application to actual members of minority groups? Because I don’t think it’s wise to have different applications for different groups of applicants…

But luckily everything traditionally served at Thanksgiving is almost better as leftovers!

Logan’s Run, possibly the most 70s movie of the entire decade.

That building must have really interesting interior spaces. And you don’t know what that added structure on the top is planned to be? Might it be public or somewhat public space of some kind, like the tenants could hold fundraisers or something? I suppose the one-story structure would be office space, but that homage…

Au contraire. There is no one so eccentric as the elderly Manhattan lifers clinging to rent-controlled apartments, often with some kind of city government pension that they’ve been collecting for decades, who do a lot of “independent research” at their local library branches. I can introduce you to a few. They’re…

So the building was a pleasant, handsome tan and green and is (speaking of) going to be chocolate/poo brown? Don’t you prefer the tan and green?

Well into the 1980s traditional mens’ suits used to be a jacket and two pairs of pants, because you’d wear that same suit a lot and the pants would get more wear and tear.

It’s the present progressive tense that really gives it away that you’re dealing with a person who does not have English as a first language. It must be drilled into foreign learners who don’t realize how rarely it is used in conversational English. “I am going to work five days per week.” (“I work five days a week.”)…

Believe me, no one hates it more than responsible dog owners. This practice gives us a bad rap AND most dogs are obsessed with other dogs’ excrement so walking through a poo minefield with your dog is like playing the worst videogame ever.

You’d be surprised at how many people in New York will enter an almost empty subway car and make a beeline for a fellow passenger. It happens to me a lot, but I’m a big guy so maybe people think I can somehow protect them?

I brought a friend from college home to the Boston area for some holiday and in a supermarket when we got to the “tonic” aisle (just one sign hanging down, “TONIC”) he turned to me and said, “You all must drink an awful lot of gin.”

I think my male, neutered, shelter dog wants to be a father. A cat, a mouse he encounters on the street, any kind of creature that moves he wants to father. And he’s young, he just turned two, so I don’t know where these paternal instincts are coming from.

My current dog, a huge black Lab mix, is also a friend to all. We run into cats every so often in the building and he whips his tail around and then throws himself on his back and lets the cat(s) climb all over him. I’ve been very lucky with my friendly dogs, no muzzles or special attention needed.

The pig was adorable, the boyfriend named him something like Harry S Truman, I can’t remember, and I thought about getting a little pot belly pig for my dog. for companionship. Sadly they are (or used to be?) illegal in New York. This was the Giuliani era, everything was illegal in New York, except smoking.

In the dark days of the 1990s, lo those many years ago, there was a pot belly pig craze. One of my neighbors’ crazy girl friend got him a pot belly pig for his birthday. He dutifully walked the thing and kept it in his small Manhattan studio. My dog at the time loved the pig and would try to climb on his back and he…

So late, no one will ever see this, but I must share.