After 20 plus years of living on the Upper West Side (thus the name) I moved to Brooklyn 2 years ago. I'm enjoying it. It's been like moving to a new city while still being able to work the same job and keep the some of the same friends. I've been a little disappointed that I have heard not one of those real Brooklyn accents yet.
Years ago I was an actor. Actually made my living at it for a number of years. But I didn't do the kind of theater that any of you readers would have seen, unless you were living in Alaska or Utah in the early 80's. Plus I usually had a mask on my face and was walking on all fours.
I gave up the stage to when it became apparent my two children would need to attend private schools, not something they mention in drama school. I can't complain though, my kids are incredible young adults, bright and funny and fully of affection. Maybe they inherited some of that from me, that will be up for you to decide.
I still love the theater and love the plethora of offerings here in the City. I'm a subscriber at three different theaters and try to go to others. I'm even thinking of trying to do some more of it myself now that my children are in college. I just have to brush up on the walking on all fours.
I love to laugh, and to make others laugh, failing that maybe I can just coax a smile from them. Many things make me laugh - Bill Irwin, Tina Fey, Samuel Beckett, Robert Benchley, Dorothy Parker, Groucho Marx, Buster Keaton, Stan Laurel, the many absurdities of life...
Since I was last online I managed to turn 60. It doesn't feel a whole lot different than 59 or 49 for that matter. I also grew a beard, it came in grey for some reason. I'm thinking of shaving it off, but waiting til it gets warmer.
The thee family pictures posted here were taken in January 2012, the dancing one was taken last summer. I know I'm supposed to post something more recent, luckily I have the grey beard as an excuse.
I'm looking for a woman I can talk to and listen to and write to and make love to and hold hands with and read with and walk with and cry with and laugh with. Not necessarily in that order.
I am not sure if I am an optimist or a pessimist or even a realist. Whatever "ist" I am, it seems to change when I'm not expecting it, sometimes several times a day. I don't mind. And if I did mind there's not much I can do about it.
I have lived in NYC for almost 25 years and I still adjusting to, but I consider it to be a wonderful place to live and work. Of course there are days when that subway ride is far too long, and the checkout line at Trader Joe's seems to stretch to New Jersey and I start to miss Portland, Oregon and San Francisco.
There are also many other places I would like to experience and would love to have an adventurous travelling companion.