Writing my way through the school year!

 

One day, many,many years ago, I traveled back to Brooklyn to visit my former colleagues. Afterwards, I took the subway downtown to do some shopping. As I waited to cross the street, a van pulled up. The woman rolled down the window, glared at me, and shouted, “There’s that b#%&* who gave my daughter a hard time!”( A vision of flailing fists flashed before my eyes) I didn’t recognize the woman. I couldn’t begin to tell you who her daughter was, but obviously this is how I was remembered.READ MORE

 

 

 

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