Tag Archives: painful memories

Me and the Blonde

I see the same people in the Park every morning, though now, some of who I call the seasonals are out that don’t run in the winter, like the 15 or so stalwarts, me being one along with a tall, … Continue reading

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My Old Little House

For the past year and a half, I have not been able to go by the old apartment building I lived in for almost 40 years, finding it much too painful. I take Park rather than Madison just to avoid … Continue reading

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When All Bets Are Off

I recently had an altercation on the avenue with an elderly woman’s personal attendant. Standing on the corner checking my phone, when I looked up two women were coming directly toward me. The older one was in a wheel chair … Continue reading

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