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I had a strange and unpleasant experience a few weeks ago, and it still haunts me—probably because it adds to a chorus of experiences that I have chosen to not talk about. But now I have to:
A few weeks ago, eight of us were dining at a local restaurant. As we were finishing our meals, a police car stopped in front of...
Years ago, I lived in a loft in lower Manhattan. The first time I saw the space I fell totally in love with it. It was perfect, or so I thought.
The building was located on Reade Street, the old mercantile area of downtown NY. The space was originally . . .
This week, I promised I’d tell you about a simple method I came up with that made setting up the party incredibly easy. However, before I do, I need to go back to the party to fill in the ending. How could I have forgotten to tell you . . .