Todd Terwilliger

I spent most of last night ensconced at the Brooklyn Public House which is, depending on who you talk to, either the best or worst new edition to my home turf of Fort Greene/Clinton Hill in Brooklyn. That it is a sign of the times for the neighborhood, no one questions. What it means, on the other hand, is up for debate, fierce debate. This is the chief problem with divination, ever since the first disheveled Homeric sage squinted his eyes into a muddle of thrown bones or a strange bird formation: one man’s vision of a divine face is another man’s vision of a lumpy Abe Vigoda. What the devil does it all mean? Everybody sees something different. This only is beyond a doubt: the neighborhood, it is a’ changing. You don’t have to venture inside the latest gastropub to see it, it’s there in the street. Just look at the cabs.

Last month, I was confronted by a large inflated rat on my way home from work. Two weeks or so ago, that rat, or a reasonable facsimile thereof, had followed me back to Brooklyn and planted itself in front of the construction site at 163 Washington Avenue, past which I walk every morning on my [...]

Congratulations to the new president, you’ve got a lot of work ahead of you and, goodness knows, it’s not going to be easy.
Many observers and pundits wondered morbidly what might happen if Obama lost after having the comfortable lead in just about all the polls leading up to election night. Thankfully, we don’t have to [...]