Who doesn’t wonder where the other sock from the pair went when it disappeared from the dryer? Don’t you wonder where they’ve gone? It seems to me that with every load of laundry, a pair of socks goes in, but only… Read More ›
wormhole
IN THE ZONE AND OUT AGAIN
In 1965 when I was first married, we lived in an apartment in one of two identical brick buildings. Our flat was 2 Q at the far end of the hall. A corner apartment, nice because we had better than average… Read More ›
THROUGH THE WORMHOLE
When first married, Jeff and I lived in an apartment in one of two identical brick buildings — apartment 2Q, at the far end of the hall. One day, having taken the bus home, I came through the front door, took… Read More ›
Those halcyon days of yore or whatever
Now that my high school reunion has passed and I’m no longer besieged by nostalgia from a half century ago, I feel safe in saying it. I haven’t any idea in what world my classmates were living, but I’m sure… Read More ›
It’s that damned wormhole again …
2013 is the 50th anniversary of my high school graduation. That’s five zero. Half a century. After so many years, one might suppose my memories would be fuzzy enough that I could delude myself into believing I had fun in… Read More ›