The Upper West Side is quite expensive; yet there still is room for at least one really crappy car.
It's been a real slice
I enjoyed my high-school reunion more than I had any right to. Sue Grill, at the right, last saw me about 25 years ago at a life drawing class: I was one of the models. She has lived in Atlanta for the last 25 years and has a charming Southern accent now. Her daughter told her, "Mom, you have to look hot for your reunion!" and helped her with her hair and makeup. On the left is Susan Unterberger.
I went to Philadelphia for my 30 year high school reunion. I was staying with my mother: we were looking for a corkscrew, and I opened the knife drawer. It was so full of knives that I could barely open it. "I'm not putting my fingers in there!" I pulled out this knife with a badly notched blade. "Mom, you should really throw this knife away." "That's my best knife!" she said. "It's German!" I said, "If you can't throw that knife away, you can't throw anything away." She paused, and then said, "You guys were the ones that ruined it." (Probably 30 years ago.)