The New York Rangers organization mourns the loss of Ron Duguay, one of the most popular players in franchise history. Ron's signature skating style - with his hair flowing as he moved down the ice - captivated The Garden Faithful, and his skill, tenacity, and charisma earned him the admiration of all New Yorkers. We join the hockey community in sending our condolences to Ron's friends, family, and loved ones during this difficult time.

Just drove all the way to Brooklyn to check out this store I thought looked really rad and had a few things in mind to buy and literally was looked at as if I couldn’t afford it and was told he could find something comparable for me. Wow, dude. You’re an idiot and just lost a huge sale. But y’all should go check out Art of Play in Brooklyn if you enjoy being treated like Julia Roberts character in Pretty Woman. For sure, check it out 👎

There are right and wrong ways to measure efficiency and productivity, in education or other sectors. AND, the implications are consequential: schoolfinance101.com/2026/09…

A 93 percent illuminated waning gibbous moon rises behind the EdgeNYC observation deck at Hudson Yards two days after the full Harvest Moon in New York City, Monday evening #newyorkcity #nyc #newyork #moon @edgenyc

“Our voucher school will absolutely make sure your child is learning. No, we don’t need to take the same test as your local public school to prove it to you.”

After the rainbow faded, the colors kept changing across midtown Manhattan as the sun set, ahead of an approaching nor'easter storm in New York City, Friday evening #newyorkcity #nyc #newyork #sunset @empirestatebldg

Breaking News: The FDA approved a first-of-its-kind pill that could substantially extend the lives of patients with pancreatic cancer. nyti.ms/4y6PdYr

With heavy heart I share that Tim Curry, known to many for his legendary performance as Dr. Frank-N-Furter in The Rocky Horror Picture Show, passed away last night. His force was undeniable. It will be felt when Rocky Horror takes over the Sphere next year in Vegas 🙏

The Empire State Building in New York City celebrates the life of Dolly Parton by illuminating in pink at 925pm, a nod to her movie 9 To 5 following her death, Tuesday #newyork #newyorkcity #nyc @EmpireStateBldg @DollyParton

A message from the family of Dolly Parton.

A SpaceX Falcon 9 rocket on mission Starlink Group 10-49 passes over lower Manhattan and One World Trade Center in New York City about 15 after launch from Cape Canaveral in Florida, Tuesday morning before sunrise #newyorkcity #nyc #newyork @SpaceX #sunrise

Nobody tell them.

UPDATE ON GERALD AND THE CROW SITUATION: Things have escalated. I repeat. THINGS HAVE FUCKING ESCALATED. For those of you just joining us, yesterday I accidentally entered into diplomatic relations with a gang of crows after Gerald stole my good spoon. Well. This morning I walked outside and Gerald was waiting for me. Alone. Standing directly in the middle of my driveway. No screaming. No hopping around. Just staring at me like a tiny feathered loan shark who had come to collect. I said, “Morning, Gerald.” He tilted his head. I gave him a walnut. He did not eat it. Instead, this motherfucker picked it up, walked three steps to the left, PUT IT DOWN, and stared at me again. Message received. The offering was insufficient. So I went back inside and got more walnuts. When I returned… THERE WERE NINE CROWS. Nine. Yesterday there were seven. Gerald is fucking recruiting. And they were arranged in a SEMICIRCLE. This isn’t a bird friendship anymore. I’m funding organized crime. I distributed the walnuts because apparently I pay protection money now. Everything seemed fine until one of the smaller crows tried taking two. Gerald immediately screamed at him. The little one dropped the second walnut. I have accidentally created an economy. Gerald controls distribution. There’s a hierarchy. There are consequences. I’m pretty sure I witnessed a disciplinary hearing before breakfast. Then Gerald flew away. I thought we were done. WE WERE NOT DONE. Twenty minutes later I looked outside and there was something sitting where Gerald had been standing. A bottle cap. A shiny rock. And… MY FUCKING SPOON. HE RETURNED THE SPOON. Ladies and gentlemen. I believe we have successfully negotiated a trade agreement. Unfortunately, there is now a crow sitting on my mailbox. So I still cannot get my fucking mail. I tried approaching. He puffed up. I backed away. That mailbox belongs to the organization now. At this point I’m just a tenant. Anyway, Gerald has officially been promoted to General Gerald, Commander of the Driveway, First of His Name, Keeper of the Good Spoon, Lord of the Power Line, Collector of Walnuts, and Regional Manager of Whatever The Fuck Is Happening Here. I’ll keep everyone updated. But if I suddenly stop posting… Gerald found out I told you.