Waiting for the bus, I chat with a woman named Michelle. As I sometimes do these days, I ask her the last two digits of her address. They are 77. “That’s 385 feet,” I say. “You live 385 feet from the previous intersection.”. “I know,” she says….
Waiting for the bus, I chat with a woman named Michelle. As I sometimes do these days, I ask her the last two digits of her address. They are 77. “That’s 385 feet,” I say. “You live 385 feet from the previous intersection.”. “I know,” she says….