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Monthly Archives: September 2011
My 9/11 Story
In the early hours of Tuesday, September 11, 2001, I was asleep on Amtrak, traveling down the Hudson after a long weekend at my parents’ place near Albany, going back to my home in New York.
Bert and Ernie’s Big Love
Why do we speculate on the love lives of puppets? Because it tells us so much about ourselves.