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> are you thick toast or thin-sliced?
I remember sitting at my usual writing post near the Boathouse cafe in
Central Park (NYC). One of the penthouse ladies was dispensing pieces of a
bag of chocolate croissants to the resident swan-pair and their goslings. I
looked farther onto the lake and saw ducks eyeing the bits of bread jealously.
And then I looked to my left and saw a homeless couple who were looking at the
bag of croissants and the woman with the $400 shoes with the same look in their
eyes, and I hoped, at that moment, that if I ever became toast so thick that I
couldn't see my own edges, that I'd have good friends who would be there with a
bread knife.
Cheers,
Cat Hebert
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