Wide Awake
Three years ago, I was on a parent committee charged with finding new coaches for our kids’ swim team. The team was floundering. We were ranked dead last in the bottom division of a 36-team league. Our swim team was drowning, and there was no lifeguard in sight. On one Saturday morning, I sat with three other moms waiting to interview a few college students for the assistant...
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Full Circle
My uncle Joe Atkin had a Hudson Hornet. Shaped and styled like the Graf zeppelin, it was, in its full glory, the size of an aircraft carrier. Uncle Joe loved that car. He loved it so much, he drove it for 20 years. Near the end, he would drive it so slowly down Bustleton Avenue, the cops would think it was a funeral procession. As he passed, men stood still on the sidewalk and removed their hats… ................. ........... ...... ....
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Life Notes
Her instructions were precise, and issued in the manner of a stern drill sergeant: I was to exit the Port Authority, proceed due left and continue for three blocks. I was to look resolute and confident and not, God forbid, like a tourist. When I found Amy’s office building, I was to go directly to the bank of elevators designated for floors 59-89. My name had been left with the security guard posted in the lobby...................
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