“M42 back to the E train, E train to Sutphin, figure out the rest there.” If the E train passes through Elmhurst station, does it not stand to reason that no train whatsoever stops there? I had this revelation long after I’d discovered that not only is...
At sixty-five, Mark Armstrong was the same weight he’d been as a high school point guard—one-hundred-fifty-five pounds on a lean five-foot-eleven frame—though, as he liked to joke, the distribution was different. Still, he felt good about his health, about how he...
SOMETIME IN DECEMBER, the heater broke. It wasn’t such a big deal — we had blankets and afghans — but still, it wasn’t the most pleasant thing in the world. Harry said we should bundle up and wear jackets and coats in the house, stay curled up in front of...
“Mammoth Hot Springs.” James pointed to the upper left corner of the map. “Let’s do that. You liked the geysers yesterday.” “Sure. Okay.” Meekay shrugged, her sweatshirt sliding around on her shoulders. “If you want.” “It’s not about what I want, Meekay. I’m asking...
I. Produce The mist from the overhead sprinkler makes the strawberries plump and shine. “I have to remember to take some home. She loves big strawberries,” he thinks as he rifles through the new produce, turning each piece just so. “I have to remember to fax her...
TO SAY THAT I wasn’t attracted to the girl—that I didn’t harbor any carnal feelings toward her—would be a lie. To tell this story right requires a certain amount of honesty that I feel the above confession satisfies. There are expectations one has when...
