Get up at 4:00 a.m., make and drink a cup of strong coffee, get dressed, wheel your roller bag out the dark path to the dark car, head to the airport, get on the first of two small planes that land you in the White Plains airport at noon. Rent a car. Tap in the … Continue reading Andes Mint #19: Kingsley
Something I’d never done before last night: sat up late at my kitchen table with my friend Kingsley, looking at the family photos he’s brought with him from his home in Queens. Kingsley: And this was taken at my father’s 70th birthday party. Me: Look at that cake. And look at his smile! Kingsley: He … Continue reading Day Nineteen: Can you bake (an apple) pie?