A Long Journey On The 2 Train

Standing riders shuffled around, equalizing the gap between themselves and everyone else.

None heard that the lines written for Hercule Poirot were delivered with a proper English tone. Nor did they care that the questions from her daughter were born of a place much closer to Kensington and Prospect Park than Kensington and Hyde Park.

If I Were King, There Would Be A Few Rules Regarding Gifts

For many years, I have chafed against the endless obligations, and often insincere, tokens of celebration.| This year, my daughter sent me two pieces of coal. (Charcoal actually.) And for the first time in many years, I smiled broadly and without reservation. You see, gifts should be given out of kindness and appreciation and good…