Hit By a Bus
A lovely day writing and walking in New York today was winding down. My phone rang. First call in two weeks. My best friend had died in his sleep. "I…
A lovely day writing and walking in New York today was winding down. My phone rang. First call in two weeks. My best friend had died in his sleep. "I…
The bus ride back to New York City was uneventful. A young woman, my daughter's age, sat across the aisle from me and tried to remain conscious. She watched some…