Two days after Christmas, I trudged downtown in my big snow boots, to say goodbye to Serendipity. The ground was mud and slush. The sky was drizzle and slush. The whole world had the consistency of a bowl of overcooked rice abandoned in the back of the fridge. Everyone I saw was miserable in that way you can only be miserable two days after Christmas on a slushy afternoon. I was the most miserable of all. I had already paid... Read more