Month: November 2021

With Charlie Brown, his large, lovable black lab leading the way, Mike-171 heads toward his museum. Mike-171 and Charlie Brown. A big guy with close-cropped reddish hair and bright blue eyes, Mike-171 climbs the front steps of his fourth-floor walkup at a cardio-pumping clip. “It’s better than going to the gym,” he says, pausing only long enough to point out the art along the way. Mike-171 grew up in Washington Heights. In the entry, there are a pair of landscapes in gilded…

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The muscle man with the booming voice, shaved head and neon blue eyes who calls himself Sick Walt is pacing up and down the dining room of his apartment like a lion trying to break out of a zoo cage. He doesn’t like sitting still, never has, that’s something all his high school teachers could have told you. Sick Walt is a singer and so much more. A big buy with an even bigger smile, Sick Walt has a no-holds-barred, rollicking laugh that makes you want to crack up, too. He’s a…

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Caitlin Diana Doyle, the sovereign of 17 syllables, wonders whether she’ll be able to conjure up enough words for a casual conversation. Caitlin is the author of Urban Haiku. You see, she’s used to curating her remarks to create hilarious haiku sound bites about the city. What was your first reaction when you moved to Manhattan? “welcome to New York: your pizza slice is larger than your apartment” That’s how Caitlin, a model-tall woman with eyes the color of cream-less…

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It’s such a simple idea. Megan M. Stier, a self-described performer/educator/motivational speaker (there’s rent to pay,  so it depends on the day) bought five notebooks and five pens from the dollar store and “hid” them in plain sight in Astoria Park. Megan is the person behind The Journal Project NYC. She wrote “Read Me” on each cover. Those who were curious enough to do so were instructed to record their thoughts anonymously in the volumes and leave them for the next…

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