Author - John Nuckel

Garbage Pickin’

I put out the recyclables last night and this morning I saw a man on my Manhattan street who collects cans. His cart was an engineering marvel. Blue bags hanging at odd angles from his shopping cart. Each bag looked like a half deflated Thanksgiving float. It was early, but his cart was already overstuffed to its limit. I didn’t look down on the guy, I identified with him. As a child I was him. I was taught my life’s credo while...

Harder than it seemed

"That was harder than it seemed." How many times have you heard that? A lot I would think. You know what I never hear? "That was easier than it seemed." There's a reason of course. There are very few tasks that one could describe with such a bold statement. If it was so easy, you wouldn't bother saying anything about it. But there is one activity that has inspired me to shout that phrase aloud after accomplishing it. Skiing! Now stay...

Trip Fiction Article

Talking Location With… author John Nuckel: Martha’s Vineyard 22nd February 2018 #TalkingLocationWith… author John Nuckel: Martha’s Vineyard where his novel “Drive” is set in part. I was jogging on Edgartown Bay Road in Martha’s Vineyard a few years ago. At the two-mile mark on my phone app I came across a sign that read “Huckleberry Barrens.” I will admit to not knowing what the hell a Huckleberry is but it was hot, I was tired and it looked like there might be some...

Take the Stairs

Frank sat on a bench looking out at the Hudson River. He was in rehab, again. The facility was just north of Beacon in the Hudson Valley. His first time was around twenty years ago. He had fallen into the life of booze and coke with the late eighties Wall Street crowd. Down to the seaport for a gallon of beer than a few lines for the drive to the Hampton’s. Soon enough he started to miss the ride to the...

DRIVE – The Volunteers Trilogy (Preview)

DRIVE - The Volunteers Trilogy Episode One by JOHN NUCKEL “It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how a strong man stumbles or where the doer of deeds could have done better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who...

New York Times feature

New York Times feature - Becoming the Sports Parent I Wished I’d Had By JOHN NUCKEL NOV. 25, 2016 My mother screamed at me from the bleachers only once. It was 39 years ago, but I still cringe from the memory of it. “John Nuckel, get over here right now!” she yelled. I looked up at the clock. Only 35 seconds until halftime. I can hold out, I told myself, as I developed a plan: Ignore my mother until the end of the first half,...

It happened to be Music

Recently I was crying in a synagogue in Prague. It was the music that got to me. Gershwin’s Rhapsody in Blue. Played by four violins a cello and bass, accompanied by a trumpet. Let me back track a bit since I wrote the last line first. If you would have told me as an Irish Catholic kid growing up in the welfare apartments of my town that I would be crying in a synagogue listening to music I would have stopped...

The Public Is Enforcing Wall Street’s Sentence

There are times when a confluence of events can bring clarity to seemingly complicated issues. I recently read an article in the leading business daily that somewhat smugly reported on the lack of indictments of business leaders as a result of the financial crisis of ’08. Within days, there was the announcement of eleven thousand Citi bank employees to be fired. In that same week, there was a day when the trading volume on the Big Board was about half of the normal...

There’s Hope For The Lost Generation

The parking lot at the library was much like the Christmas season mayhem at the mall. The desperate search for power after Sandy kicked us in the teeth. The lot was a battle for real estate, the library itself teeming with people. This of course, was enough to bring out my inner curmudgeon. What were all these kids doing here?  Hey you kids, get off my lawn! As I found a space, plugged in my gadgets and started to work, I took a moment...

The Integrity Of The Transaction

I hold in my hand a remarkable document. It’s a printout of a purchase. Detailed, itemized and precise. The prices on the document are exactly as stated on the corresponding reference guide I chose the items from. This exact amount will soon appear on my computer screen efficiently and correctly. This document is a credit card receipt from a restaurant. The bill was for $26.17 and wouldn’t you know; I just went to my online account, and there it is,...

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