Time for some New York questions. Please share your strangest “only in New York” story.
My father grew up in Forest Hills and we would visit my grandparents as kids. One of my earliest memories of the city is driving away from their apartment building as a very large woman in a night gown chased an extremely skinny man down the street. He carried a suitcase under his arm that had obviously been packed in a hurry - shirt sleeves hanging out the sides. She was screaming and waving umbrella. He pleaded with her as she beat him about the head and shoulders. The light turned green and we pulled away. It’s burned into my memory.

What’s your idea of a perfect day of recreation in New York?
I love Prospect Park. I recall reading somewhere that Frederick Olmsted, who designed both Central Park and Prospect, felt that Prospect Park was his masterpiece. I’d agree.

Can you please recommend a good weekend hang-out that isn’t unbearably mobbed?
My apartment. Everything in New York is crowded on the weekends. Anyway, I’ve always felt that real New Yorkers don’t wait for the weekend. I like to go out on Monday or Tuesday evenings when the bars are empty. Daddy’s, in Williamsburg, has a great Jukebox. On a Monday night you don’t have to wait to hear your songs.

Do you have a favorite New York celebrity sighting or encounter?
Once I ran into Milton Berle…almost. He was rushing out of a building in Tribeca toward a waiting limousine and I was hurrying to the subway. We came within an inch of knocking each other down. Once I also nearly ran Deborah Harry over with my bicycle as she was hailing a cab in Chelsea.