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Month: February 2018

First days in a new (old) world

Josef drove Larry and me to the train stop at Kanzem. Larry and I sat on the bench in the concrete shelter and talked about my extraordinary first day in a foreign country. I could only contrast the new world I experienced with my own. Buildings of timbers and plaster…


Let me tell you a story of a dark and snowy night

One winter when I was about 20, I lived at the corner of 43rd and Warwick in a bare-bulb apartment with two other guys. The 1983 Chevette was on the fritz again (fuel pump or something). I had walked a mile and some to work and back that day, and…

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