I was fifteen in 1969, and one of my favorite albums was, and still is, Simon and Garfunkel’s Bookends. There was a track on side one — a track that...
“She was last seen in the vicinity of nine-thirty AM — that’s anti-Mediterranean time to the unbeknownst — in the possession of what looked to me to...
I was the last one to exit the train this morning. It wasn’t the first time. When the train pulled into Grand Central Terminal I was wiping the sleep...