My Mother, the Bedtime Historian
She was at it again, this time with the Presidents. “I’m going to name all of the Presidents in order — backwards,” my mom said Wednesday night in the New York City hotel we were sharing. I don’t know how this helps my mother fall asleep, but it does. She goes through various lists in [...]
Taxi! Please watch for deer.
I saw this New York City taxi way out near my house, about 30 miles (and, sometimes, 2 hours of traffic) outside the city on a Saturday morning. Oh, the stories that driver could tell, but he was probably too busy rushing to the bank.
