Write a little about yourself. Just a paragraph will do.
Despite living in New York long enough to carry an in-state
license, I remain a bit of a square peg in this town. To wit, the
most exotic drink you’ll ever see me order is a dark n’ stormy. I
like the prime rib hash at Keens, but on the pub side of the place.
I keep the top down on my Jeep through October. I still haven’t
figured out the rhythm of this city. I still haven’t figured out
which bar has the best jukebox: Jimmy’s Corner or
Furthermore, I own two rocking chairs. It bugs me that I can’t bike
over the Henry Hudson Bridge and get out of Manhattan, if only for
a moment. I have a modest vinyl collection. I miss being an
athlete, less for the physical fitness and more for the
competition. I miss my dog. I’m a harsh critic of myself. I bake a
decent pound cake. And wherever I am, chances are I’d rather be on
So, square peg, but there you have it.