tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6077532909776892022012-02-16T10:07:06.785-08:00Waking up to Smell the Coffeeigotanamehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08064713441434509911noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-607753290977689202.post-62262318325247816352008-05-27T22:20:00.000-07:002008-05-27T22:40:20.276-07:00

“The party begins at ten, after the reading”, said Yagel on the phone. “Come in a costume, in the spirit of the holiday”.The host then explained how to get to the venue. He described an atypical building on Imber Street. The sand beneath its foundation was apparently shifting, due to the subterranean action of the river. The tenement was collapsing. It had been evacuated and slated by the local

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Most patrons sitting around the tables of the sidewalk coffee shop haven't noticed the photographer who stepped out onto the street to take a photograph from a better angle. I've noticed his presence, though. Women see everything. I’m trying to seem natural, as if I haven’t noticed him, but I’m failing. A faint, irrepressible smile at the corners of my mouth is betraying me. What’s there for me

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