We’ve had our Prius for about two weeks now. Gotta say—looooove it. Drove to Princeton with my son this past weekend. Roughly 170 miles total. Gas gauge barely moved …

Am sitting in Cosi, listening to the store manager give performance reviews to his workers. They are a hard-driven bunch here. Good people, mostly in their early 20s, slinging coffee, creating salads, washing windows. Most—nearly all—are either African-American or Hispanic. The clientele is, oh, 90% white. One by one, they

For reasons I can’t fully explain, I occasionally find myself lost in one of my 9.11 phases. This entails YouTubing “9/11” and “Towers” and watching the nightmare all over again. It entails digging beneath my bed for the scrapbook I kept at the time; reading through my 2001 diary (yes,

So I am in charge of planning Mahopac High School’s Class of 1990 20th reunion. I have no idea how I wound up in this position, but … wait—scrap that. I do know how: Nobody else was stepping up, and I’m a sucker for reunions. Maybe it’s a little bit

I’m a bit late on this one, but tonight I read on Deadspin how ESPN.com has punished Bill Simmons for negatively Tweeting about a “certain WEEI talk show.” From now on, according to Deadspin, Simmons is limited in what subjects he can Tweet on. Rob King, ESPN.com’s editor, issued a

I throw the tennis ball. Norma returns it. I throw it again. She returns it again. I ignore her. She nudges the ball against my leg. I still ignore her. She drops the ball, takes five steps back, then three steps forward. She’s waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting. She offers a

… features Larry Luftig, my neighbor and a helluva basketball player. I’ve been itching to write a piece on Larry’s crazy saga for a long time, but something always got in the way. Finally, here was my chance. Wrote it last night, wrapped up at 3 am. Larry was somewhat

Here at jeffpearlman.com, where dreams come true and bribes are accepted, I like having up-and-comers speak their mind. Hence, the following was written by Yaron Weitzman, a junior at NYU, an aspiring journalist and the pride of New Rochelle. Oh, he doesn’t care much for the Patriots … Very few

Throughout my years covering sports, many a fan has said something along the lines of, “Man, do I wish I had your job!” or “Wow! So what’s it like in the clubhouse!” I try and explain. Not as exciting as you’d think. These guys don’t walk on water. Sorta crass.

My wife Catherine is a huge Elton John fan. I am not a huge Elton John fan. Yes, I like a few of his better tunes. Tiny Dancer, Levon. Mostly, though, I hear Elton John, I hear cheese. Disney cheese. Lion King, Circle of Life, Made in England, blah …