Is it really you?!?

I was recently sitting on the 1 train trying to persevere and finish a New Yorker article I had convinced myself had to be finished even though my interest had waned dramatically. A disheveled, older gentleman probably a few sandwiches short of a picnic pushes by, looks down at me and my magazine and says, “The New Yorker… alright!!!” I instantly sat up straightContinue reading “Is it really you?!?”