For many years when I was much younger, I only drank Top Milk. Even today, home for holidays and family functions, I’m accused of refusing to drink anything but. I’m sure there are a number of you wondering, “WTF is Top Milk?” Being that my mother was a quasi-hippie-turned-yuppie, our house had the (mis)fortune of […]
Yesterday at five a.m. I had that fantasy where I think the time is really ten a.m. and I’ve just blown off my midmorning meeting. Only in the fantasy, it’s worse, because it is also the boss’s birthday and I’ve missed the breakfast of stale donuts and soggy bagels and melancholy singing. Everyone else is […]
The yuppies arrived on the first warm Saturday in May. Two came at ten, as scouts, walking up and down the block smoking Cuban cigarillos. By eleven, they trickled by, but by noon it was a torrent of Gettas, Cabrios, and restored Volvo 240’s littered with stickers reading “MV” and “LBI”. They knocked down old […]