A Good Mailbox Is Hard to Find

this is an excerpt from my february condo association letter.

"Mailbox Repair:

All attempts to repair the wooden mailbox doors that were ripped apart by high winds have failed. Attempts have included a latch that couldn't work, and an old, broken, red broom handle that kept the doors closed but had other operational and aesthetic shortcomings. Currently the doors can be latched with a hook, but the screws that were used to install the hinges are too long and residents are being impaled. A better solution will be tried when the weather improves."

Terrible Things Are Happening . . .

by Maureen N. McLane March 17, 2008

Terrible things are happening

in Russian novels!

Just yesterday I heard

in the café

of two peasants, long friends,

one in sudden possession

of a watch

hanging

from a gold chain

which so disturbed his compadre

he stole

upon the other unsuspecting, prayed

to god

and slit his throat, fleeing

with the watch—

and that’s not the worst of it!

Just yesterday my love and I too

had not exactly a “fight”

but a “reckoning”

perhaps, or no—a

“conversation” which opened the ocean

of grief

and now she is in another city

perhaps crying

and not because of Russian novels

my nabe

i love my hood for the most part.. so long as cranes don't fall and demolish buildings... wow what a disaster. this picture here i put here just because i like how light reflected off of the trump apt building.

an error in new yorker

more than the pleasure of reading the new yorker, the pleasure of actually finding a typographical or a grammatical error in this periodical, which has the most superb editorial staff, compares to nothing else in the world... as pitiful as this may sound... hey, you try it...

so here goes:

march 3rd, 2008 issue 'the color of blood' by calvin trillin, contains a grammatical "impossibility":

... Suffolk County is a place where a good number of residents are active or retired law-enforcement officers, and where even a lot of residents who aren't own guns-a place where it is not surprising to come across a plaque that bears the picture of a pistol and the phrase "We Don't Dial 911."