by Richard Sachs | Feb 2, 2022
This is a stationary bicycle. It keeps the studio from blowing away. Ha. I last rolled this unit forward at DCCX in October. Since then I move it when the leaves pile up. I’ve used it for some Post Office runs. Maybe six miles over three months. I knew November...
by Richard Sachs | Mar 5, 2021
Too much of my time is spent remembering. What it was like. Where it happened. Who was there. No day passes when I’m not down the rabbit hole. My life could be Midnight in Paris. It is Midnight in Paris. The past is a teacher. My mentor. It guides me. It also gets in...
by Richard Sachs | Mar 3, 2021
He’s going to end up, on the dirty boulevard He’s going out, to the dirty boulevard He’s going down, to the dirty boulevard All This By Hand .
by Richard Sachs | Feb 21, 2021
Lately, I’ve been so busy, and so distracted, and my attention span has been all over the place – I’ve been so all of this – that I’m not sure where the center is. Is disorder is the new center, and is arranging disorder the ideal? I accept where I am, but wrestle...
by Richard Sachs | Feb 14, 2021
On this day, sixty eight years ago, Bobbe made me. And ever since, anything I could do to keep a smile on her face, I did. Two Aquariuses. Likeminded souls. Always ready to see the best in everything and everyone. My mother. My teacher. My muse. My friend. My heart...
by Richard Sachs | Feb 12, 2021
My first bicycle. Well, not my first. But my first that was higher than a foot off the ground. It’s an Atala Gran Prix. Bobbe bought it for me from SDS Bicycle Shop on Palisades Avenue. That’s up in The Heights, a section of Jersey City. Story is I didn’t want a...
