This goes back a bunch of years, but the horror remains as raw and smelly now as if did then, and I can’t blame the airlines. It was the alphabet’s fault. Before we get to that, let’s talk a bit about your body. If you’re sitting while reading me, this means you are currently alive.
So I walk into this loft apartment on Fifth Ave. in lower Manhattan and the first thing I see are three enormous video monitors spread across a semicircular desk. They’re attached to a film-editing system that would make Francis Ford Coppola smile, but instead the owner of that system smiles and says hello.
These days, anyone can be a publisher. All you have to do is start a blog, a Facebook page or a website. Build a following among your customers and then just tell your story.
Getting your technical ducks in a row is important in this business of ours. Hey, folks are going to ask questions and it’s good to have correct answers for them. It’s what adds value to our flesh and bones.
H.C. Oswald Supply is in an old brick building sitting swat on a street in the Bronx less than three miles from Yankee Stadium. Oswald started its business in 1923 just a decade after the New York Yankees showed up, and they, too, have a grand history.
I love the odd-numbered years because they contain ISH Frankfurt. This year was my 12th consecutive visit to that enormous hydronic feast. Which is not to say ISH is only about hydronics.