Manhattan Rhapsody
Last night I had a rather pleasant dream, after spending the evening reading a time travel story and eating a large pastrami sandwich. I don't blame or credit the dream on either, but just saying. I was living in the 1950s in New York, renting a small apartment that I was sharing with a young lady I had met in college. We both came to NY to pursue our dreams; mine, as a reporter, writing for the Times and hers, composing music and performing. Mary was a talented pianist and although I wasn't...