Tuesday, Sept, 3 55 degrees— I’m at Old Town Bagels having a toasted onion bagel with honey walnut cream cheese, coffee, and a short story by Annie Proulx, “The Hadal Zone.” A customer at a nearby table said, “I have no idea what the word ‘love’ means.”
Dec. 28, 2007
In the waning years of WW II, we were living in Rockville Center, Long Island, I was about 12 and dad was dying of a brain tumor. Mom said NYC was no place for a widow to bring up a child, so she packed us up and we took a train to her childhood home in Detroit Lakes Minnesota. That's where she met and married this widower. He was a clothing salesman and outdoorsman.
Dec. 27, 2007
Hamburger at Petes Place