Here are some thoughts that came to me as we were sitting around the table on a Fri. night, Barbara and I, with a woman we’ve known for many years and her twenty-year-old daughter. Why not share my musings with those assembled near and far?
Month: September 2025
A Dream about a Dream
Prologue
Don’t ask me why I still remember such a trivial incident, something that happened some twenty years ago, but here it is…
It must have been on a Friday, because I was heading home from work mid-day, walking the one block on W. 40 St. between the subway station and Port Authority. And there were two guys duking it out in the middle of the street. Not going at it, as in a bar room brawl with fists flying. More shuffling than scuffling, a lot of dancing and prancing, with every once in a while, one of the guys attempting to land a punch. One of the combatants was a good ten years older than the other, and it was obvious he was running out of steam.
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