Barry Udoff

Drama and guilt are for those people who have too much time on their hands ...

Money is hard to come by when the recession comes home with you at the end of your job, but you better dole out the remaining pennies you have wisely ...

Only vanity could induce the world's most infamous paranoid to trust the world's most notorious liar... (Originally appeared 2008-12-15)

Alas for the thoughtless stunts of youth, that leave us with unpayable debts in our hearts ...

She could barely walk -- buses are made for those in pain, aren't they?

Ever have a dream that you didn't want to leave...but then you awaken fully, and can't remember what the dream was?

Behind every door there's a story...

Barry Udoff has been a ghostwriter, a speechwriter and a copywriter. He has written feature stories about the New York City draft riots and a B-17 bomber crew who flew the initial missions against Germany during WW II. His work has appeared in newspapers, trade magazines and on the Internet. He has an excessive reliance on spell check.

It is a complex and demanding web of relationships, shadowed by dangerous connections and hidden pitfalls. We weave in and out of it, and half-jokingly name it "Civilization"...

This one is for all of us who ever had times we just wanted to go live in a cave far, far away from boomboxes and thumper car stereos and neighbors arguing on the sidewalk ...

To an outsider, his off beat taste in cars might have pegged him as an eccentric, or else a guy in desperate need of attention. Father was neither.

Don't just do something, sit there. -- Zen Proverb

Bench Warming in New York is a seating chart to a collection of real-life New York dioramas. Have a seat, relax, and let the city tell its stories and entertain you.

"Earl was a colossus..."

On Memorial Day, we hope you'll remember the courageous Americans who lost their lives and those who lost the ones they loved in service to their country.

Some people would argue that except for climate, a place is only a place, not different from all others. The memories of the earth, the streets, and the stones know better, and we would do well to listen to their whispers ...

Truly one of the worst moments in racing ...

A battered postcard, partially addressed, shows New York City with the World Trade Centers intact.

What lies on the other side of this existence we call "Life?" Will it be fun? Will it last forever? Does Cousin Dandruff have to be there?