I read today that Jack Kerouac lived on Long Island, not too far from Exit 49, for six years. And then he disappeared.

They executed Saddam Hussein this morning, a half world away.

Dry roads and still three fatalities on Long Island's highways.

East or west? I choose south.

Where is the perfect Christmas tree?

The nature of an island is that everything has to be trucked out to it.

The first frost of the season. Does a frigid landscape look from others?

I saw the construction worker, but I missed his shadow.

I thought I'd passed an empty school bus. But I was wrong.

The camera and I have separate realities.

The camera sees what I've stopped seeing.

Traffic tie-ups on the Cross Bronx, the Clearview and the Whitestone. But not the LIE.