It was time for a getaway and we awaited an iron chariot to take us to our destination
That destination was the beach. sand,sun and water was the refuge we sought
refugee from the bright lights and the crumbs of the nitty gritty that made the city.

The boardwalk was the plank to our happiness. No pirates needed to make us walk it.
We took in the ocean breeze and let the air of summer breathe into us the breath of life.
Ultraviolet rays branded our souls with the mark of joy.
Seashells to our ears gave us sounds of glory.
Welcome to the Beach

I’m a city kid through and through. Car horns and cursing cab drivers sound like music to me, but everyone needs a break and the smell of a light breeze and the sound your feet make while walking on a boardwalk feel like paradise.  The bump and grind of urban life will make you strong but it can close to breaking you if you don’t learn how to take a break. A moment to get close nature is rejuvenating . It gives you the strength to go back to the concrete jungle with a second wind, and when those days of summer turn to crisp autumn leaves that eventually give way to cold winter nights- you’ll always have memories of the beach to give you peace.


The new American Dream is not home-ownership complete with a white picket fence, two cars and a dog. The new American Dream is to be famous. To be a face in the crowd that gets pulled from obscurity and into the bright lights of the zeitgeist.
Why aim for the moon and stars when you can become a star?

Youtube, Twiter and Instagram can take you there (or so we hope), adoring fans are the enduring legacies that we strive for.

We want to be noticeable enough to demand our privacy. Encourage the paparazzi to chase us so we can tell them to leave us alone.

Forget marijuana or cocaine and even crystal meth. fame is a controlled substance leaving us with uncontrollable desires.

The urge for our moment in the sun outshines the basic human needs that we forgot that we needed.

Who wants to be the biggest American’s next top idol millionaire model?


Reality shows have become some of the most popular programs on TV. People exploit themselves in the name of making a name and making a big paycheck. Being famous for the sake of being famous can be a profitable career choice.  There use to be a time that people became celebrities because they were recognized for their skill or ability in some given field or unfortunately got involved in some scintillating scandal. But now people chase notoriety and dream of being hunted down by TMZ.  Is this a distortion of the American Dream or are we all just wide awake now?





For 150 years, the noble mission of the Sisters of Charity was practiced. A practice of taking care of the sick and the poor. That practice took place in the heart of Greenwich Village at ST.Vincent’s Hospital. That mission came to an end in the year 2010. This refugee for the ill no longer exists. Its insides gutted for the sake of redevelopment, it’s caretakers scattered in the wind of an unforgiving city with an unforgettable spirit.

In 1911, one of the most destructive workplace incidents took place at New York’s Triangle Shirtwaist Factory. Over 140 people, the majority of them young immigrant women of Jewish and Italian descent died in a horrible fire. On the front line of this great tragedy-St. Vincent’s was there.

In the 1980s, a disease that first stalked the gay community, but knew no boundaries, began a rampage of death. In the shadow of Stonewall, fear and doubt lived ,but on the front-line of a plague- St.Vincent’s was there.
On 2001, the greatest terrorist attack on American soil stole the lives of almost 2000 men and women. A city and nation rocked to its core and a world in shock, blood, ashes, and debris fell upon the streets of Lower Manhattan like the devil’s version of Christmas snow. No one knew how many would be hurt and how much help they would need. But on the front-line ready to assist-St.Vincent’s was there.

But in the year 2010… St Vincent’s was gone.