There are weeks when the city hums like a well-behaved beehive—predictable, industrious, and blissfully dull. And then there are weeks like this one, when the honey is dripping from places it absolutely shouldn’t be. If you felt a faint tremor while stirring your coffee yesterday, relax. It wasn’t the subway. It was reputations quietly rearranging…
Good morning, my end‑of‑year llamas. If the city feels like it’s hovering between “reflective” and “please don’t make me have one more conversation,” that’s because we’ve entered the narrow window where everyone is pretending to be calm while quietly inventorying regrets. Let’s start with the downtown office towers, where an impressive number of workers were…
Gather ’round, my dawn-welcoming llamas, because the city wasted no time serving up fresh nonsense before anyone had even found a matching pair of socks. First on the docket: the Maple & Mirth Holiday Market, where a local artisan debuted hand‑knitted “emotional support mittens.” Each pair ships pre‑imbued with a personality—Stoic, Overly Encouraging, or Passive‑Aggressively…
Good morning to the bleary‑eyed, the overly optimistic, and the ones who accidentally made eye contact with a pigeon and now feel spiritually accountable. Another Wednesday dawns, and the city is already behaving like it drank yesterday’s coffee and today’s audacity. Our first eyebrow‑tilting tale arrives from the Frost & Found Antique Fair, where a…
Good morning, you valiant veterans of another Monday. The city has awakened with the same energy as someone who swears they set their alarm for 4:30 but absolutely did not. Today’s headline misadventure comes from the Frostwick Ice Rink, where the annual “Warm Wishes Winter Kickoff” was derailed when an overzealous volunteer plugged in too…
