Hey! Look what my treadmill can do!

 

This tells you everything you need to know.  

 

Because I grew up on Long Island, I have a certain perspective on things that came with the neighborhood; a fatalism traced back to the day the Dodgers left Brooklyn, forcing our families to flee to sharecrop a quarter-acre out in Suffolk County somewhere; a fatalism that comes from being a Mets fan. This fatalism informs my work.

 

When I'm not pulling the plug on this walking machine or making shit up, I spend my time texting my wife Robin much-appreciated marital advice from across the room, as well as cherished boomer wisdom to my beautiful daughters, Casey and Summer. 

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Finally, because people everywhere seem to long for direction in their lives these days, I offer this: Buy my damn books and get a little in the mud with me! 

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