Manhattan’s once bustling waterfront is about to lose one of its few remaining working piers to a convention center. A longshoreman’s lament: Where will the cruise ships go now?

As 2006 prepared to kick the bucket, a funereal pall hung over the city.

Most of the mornings of his adult life, Eliot Spitzer has risen before dawn, left his Fifth Avenue apartment, and run around the Central Park Reservoir.

This coming Congress, though, Democrats will be in charge of both the House and the Senate for the first time in twelve years. Guess who’ll be wielding gavels, calling the shots? Us.

Just a few years ago, New York was so far from the political mainstream that secession seemed a sensible idea. Now, apparently, the road to the White House is an extension of Park Avenue.

What do people see when they look at Barack Obama? Whatever they want to see. But what happens when he has to define himself?

The Telecaster-rockin’ five-term Queens congressman who’s suddenly the newest player in Washington.

Her black operatives are eyeing the other guy.

What good is the bipartisan commission’s new, last-ditch plan for Iraq if President Bush still has his heart set on victory?

Eliot Spitzer may have a large say in Alan Hevesi’s political future, but the state comptroller has a more formidable tormentor: himself.