Karl

Karl and I have been friends for a long time. In our younger days we frequented many watering holes in the area including NYC, rode motorcycles, and hung out a lot. He recently came back to New Jersey for an “epicurean adventure.” Living states apart we don’t get to hang out like we used to. Sometimes life just happens.

Karl on the street in Manhattan a few doors down from Becco where we would dine that evening. Following dinner we made our way to the Village. It has been years since Karl was in Manhattan.

Sitting on a stoop on MacDougal Street in Manhattan across from Mamoun’s. Most if not all of our escapades in the city would eventually end with us sitting in a car outside of Mamoun’s eating falafal before we made our way back home. Karl bought a few to take back to his home state.

After years of not riding Karl bought a motorcycle a few years back. Eventually I will make my way down to his home to capture an image of him and his motorcycle. Time goes by so quickly and although we all still think we are in our mid 20’s the reality is that the years do catch up. Going by that last sentence I should change eventually to this year.