Brazil's Caetano Veloso gets some northern exposure.

Even in the new Times Square, signs of the possibly imminent apocalypse are everywhere. But thanks to Rudy and Hollywood, we may not recognize it when it comes.

The Rockaways surfing set gives Dennis a hero's welcome.

In a Chelsea storefront, the good life comes down to essentials: a hand-rolled cigar, a drop of Scotch, and a spot on the most comfortable couch in the whole world.

A world away from Mylar building "wraps" and dot-com neon, Brooklyn billboards still trumpet by-gone businesses like Eagle Clothes.

It has been a year since I drove a cab, but the old garage still looks the same.

Far from Saratoga and Churchill Downs -- but right here in South Ozone Park -- thousands of hard-core horse players routinely brave the elements for a fix of winter racing at Aqueduct.

An old-school cabbie checks reaction to the changes from behind the wheel.

In a city buckling under the weight of its own history, the question is: What’s going to break and when? A guide to urban decay.

Musician, scientist, inventor of his own martial art -- "Me and Shaq? Anytime" -- Milford Graves, marching to his own beat, is the different drummer.