Tonight I contemplated the life of a taxi driver. After an excellent work dinner in New York’s Chinatown (at a British gastropub, which spellcheck is suggesting I change to gastrique […]
I said last night that I might be quoted in the Connecticut Post today. Well, I was. Kind of. In the article, the reporter claims “Mike Borruso was one of […]
Tomorrow I might be in the Connecticut Post. The reporter took my name, which I spelled matter-of-factly for him as though it were my habit to give media interviews. “I […]
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There’s a big difference between athletic cyclists and DUI cyclists.
Okay, it’s Friday night, the end of a four-day work week that felt like six (the short weeks always feel long, don’t they?). You’re tired and slightly annoyed. There’s no […]
If you’re generally a spaz, stay away from people with coffee cups on a moving train. Case in point: This morning, my buddy was walking behind me as we trudged […]
If you’re feeling a bit gassy when getting on the train in the morning, look for a seat near an older, heavier person (preferably male) who is drowsy or asleep. […]
I just glanced across the aisle and saw that the guy sitting in the window seat to my right had his book open to a chapter entitled, “How the living […]
I want to kick it. Every time I see one at my feet. Every time the person dragging one in front of me slows down or comes to a sudden stop […]