Wrong Number
Phone rings. Take the call. “I’m calling about the apartment you have available.” “I’m sorry, there is no apartment. Not here anyway.” “The ad in the Pennysaver says there’s an apartment. That’s why I’ve...
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Phone rings. Take the call. “I’m calling about the apartment you have available.” “I’m sorry, there is no apartment. Not here anyway.” “The ad in the Pennysaver says there’s an apartment. That’s why I’ve...
“We all have our ghosts,” a friend of mine is fond of saying. Perhaps he is more haunted than the rest of us, for he believes that ghosts are behind all human passion, animating...
The other day I was in the supermarket and spotted somebody’s grocery list lying on the dirty floor. It was in the gluten-free aisle. The paper was grimy with the tread marks of a...
Learning a new language requires one to enter an unfamiliar, sometimes unsettling world. In 1985, I spent the summer in a small Irish village faraway on the western end of Galway Bay. My idea...
One time I took a hike through the Metropolitan Museum in New York City. It’s a big place. At the trailhead is a ranger station where they charge admission. I got past that and...
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