Back in the 90’s my wife and I lived in an apartment complex and our neighbor David N. would knock on our door and talk exhaustively at us with a wild, dumbfounded look. Money was the root problem, sole conversational topic and holy grail of his life. His regular job selling long distance over the […]
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The universe is one strange mofo. Exactly one week after standing in the rain and hearing Paul McCartney remark that it was the anniversary of Woodstock, this postcard of Southeast Asians on a bicycle arrived in my mailbox. It said: Robert, 40 years ago you bought my Skidmore t-shirt in Woodstock. Hopefully this card will […]
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