Sometimes when something interesting happens in my life, I imagine it being channeled through my sister Marsha. Marsha is a story-teller, and if I imagine her telling my story it’s always a better story, because she’s a better story-teller.
Today I left work at my regular time, 6 p.m. That gives me just enough time to get downstairs to catch the S-1 bus home. There aren’t many S-1 buses in the evening so I am always sure to get to the bus stop before the last one passes me by. » Read the rest of this entry »
