The View From Nathan's Bus

I used to see these two often. Neighborhood stalwarts both, who each single-handedly elevated the community. Solomon, from Ethiopia, a fifty-something jolly fellow who...

I remember being secretly excited, the two of us talking together on a midnight 41. Who started it? Probably him, but I was only...

“I think he's getting worse,” I said.“It couldn't get any worse than this,” Don snorted. “After this, there's just being dead!” We were talking about...

I forget her name, but I remember the enormous Barnes and Noble Booksellers that once stood here, inside the Starbucks of which she worked....

Northbound 4th and Royal Brougham, after hours. It’s always darker over here, a zone hidden in the open wastelands of industrial warehouses and vacant...

“Hey, it’s my guy!” I called out, with pleasant surprise. I only ever see him on the 7, on his way to the 107....

You remember John, of John and Valerie fame, from my book—the chapter called "Fighters and lovers, In and Out of Time." You can also...

Just a quick video for today, this time my reflections on why my book, The Lines that Make Us, is what it is, what...