I tell them: You must pursue your dream with the fury of a hungry predator, never losing sight of the fact that the prey you are really after is yourself. from Bob Friendlys Rules of the Road)
She arrives at my apartment more than forty-five minutes late, flushed and out of breath. She offers no explanation, nor do I ask for oneI never doand I wonder if that bothers her. I make a move to kiss her and she offers me her cheek.
All of a sudden there they are on the downtown F Train. Five, six years old is my guess. Couldve been mine. Shouldve been. It wasnt like Id insisted that you carry for nine months.