September 2010
1 post
Hindsight
It was 4:47 am on Saturday morning, August the Seventh, the year Two Thousand Ten. I was on 278 East in New York, having just left LaGuardia Airport, dropping off my brother and friends who were about to board a flight to Aruba. It was at this instant I realized that this was the first time in what must have been months that I had a peaceful moment to myself. There would be no talking heads,...