I've finally gotten my ass to the boxing gym up in the Bronx. Right on Westchester Ave, a block or so from the 3 Av-149th St. stop on the 5. It's like someone took that original 2nd floor Hartford location and moved it 100 miles south, southwest. When I shelled out for my first three-month stint, the rates were even identical. And a blue facsimile ( Read more... )

In a recent conversation with the Girl, I remarked on all the errands I'd been able to run over the past half-week. Insurance details, getting a working mobile phone, grocery shopping, prepping for school, meeting friends who'd been waiting for me here, buying some clothes, figuring out metro stuff etc. And we both looked at the list, once ( Read more... )