In the early 90s, Saturday Night Live aired one of my all-time favorite fake commercials. The ad begins with images of a rusty, rickety, dented 70’s sedan. The legendary Phil…

As long as conditions permit, I try to bike to work. From my apartment to my workplace in lower Manhattan I use one of three routes – each one around…

“Andre” “ANDRE” “ANDRE!!!” I suddenly snapped back to reality. “Paul’s ready.” I had been standing on the goal line, mouth agape, staring up at the familiar beige wedges radiating from…