The Cantor Chronicles

Thrift Stores are the Whitest Places on Earth

One thing I like to do when I’m driving around small towns is stop in thrift stores. I do this more when I’m out of the tri-state area because thrifting near the Big Apple — or worse, in the city itself — can drain your funds pretty quickly.

Sitting awake in a London hotel room, I’m wondering if caffeine withdrawal is as bad as the kind you get trying to quit heroin. I’ve never quit heroin — or even done it — so I’m hardly the person to answer that question factually.

I woke up around 5 AM with a headache that could be described as something like sliding under a…

Hemingway and a Dead Friend

A couple months ago I bought an original copy of Ernest Hemingway’s The Sun Also Rises.

I got it in some bookstore up in Hudson, N.Y. and I felt so self-conscious about buying it — seemed like such a frivolous purchase, really. A vintage book. Who has…

A Scene From Italy

Dinner on the Amalfi coast includes talk about Donald Trump.

When the Fish Ain’t Bitin’

A couple of months ago, I went deep sea fishing for the first time.

I was reasonably ignorant before doing it, thinking that the experience would be akin to riding out into the ocean somewhere, dropping an anchor and then throwing my fishing line in the…

Why We’re So Fat Now

I had an appointment in East Midtown Manhattan today right smack in the middle of the day, and I live/work/eat/sleep/waste-my-life on the West Side, ten blocks down and at least six avenues across.

When the Words Don’t Come

by: Paul Cantor

I haven’t written that much on Medium lately. I haven’t written that much, period. I’ve been thinking about writing, but for whatever reason, just haven’t gotten around to it. I think I’m somewhat busy, but perhaps not as busy as it…

The Prostitutes

When the only one getting fucked is you.

I took my fiancé to a really expensive restaurant last week because it was her birthday and because it was expensive.

When Will the Building Stop?

A city under siege.

Bzzzzzz.

Bzzzzzz.

Bzzzzzz.

The floor is shaking beneath me. The walls are too. A loud sound outside turns the block into a war zone.