An almost perfect end to a weird day
As I lay down just before I went to sleep, I had a cell-phone conversation with a very good and dear friend named Herb Weintraub.
We talked of old times, old friends, experiences we shared and future plans, with the cell cradled ergononomicaly on my cheek.
If he sends me a picture I shall post it on this blog.
If not I shall post one of HW, BW and EMiller playing tennis against the wall of the schoolyard.
Herb always said his was the best neighborhood in the best borough in the best city --- anywhere in the whole wide world.
I am beginning to think that he was right