Life feels like fall of itself.” “'A dream within a dream.” “And I want to wake up.
And this is where I'll end, before I know what happens next.
We were quiet, two tiny specks glued down by gravity, peering at a universe that didn't notice us back.
It reminded me of what Dad said after every snail’s crawl home from Albany when snow hit.“It’s New York, people. It’s winter. We get snow. If you aren’t prepared to deal with it, move to Miami.
On that walk around the building, two sets of cops coming out stopped to tell our guys to hustle us inside so they could head back out on the road. Accidents everywhere. A pileup on each of two major roads. “Welcome to winter,” one said. “When ...
