Laundry Days

I remember laundry days. They almost always happened on Sundays in the morning, while everyone else seemed to be at church, well, everyone else from our block anyway. We would head down to the laundromat on Baltimore Avenue, pushing along the little Chinese folding laundry cart full of our dirty clothes in garbage bags. I’m … Continue reading Laundry Days

Lost in Translation

Today I had an interesting interaction with a woman who was in Target holding a copy of the movie, The Hobbit. I noticed it and told her how wonderful the movie was. She seemed shocked, even though she was in the process of purchasing said film, because she was buying it sight unseen. I asked … Continue reading Lost in Translation