PROUST, ANYONE?
It was a glorious winter day when I went to the library smelling like Irish Spring, sporting a new self-buzz cut; trimmed goatee and mustache; and handlebars, curled with the…
A FLEETING MOMENT
It was decades ago, when our hospital had two large outdoor planters by the lobby. Annually, geese came to lay their eggs in them. Visitors, patients, and employees invariably gawked…