Wednesday, January 05, 2005

The children's section

When I first moved to New York, I discovered that my new neighborhood, Yorkville, was the part of town where Harriet the Spy, one of my favorite books, was set.

One day when I had nothing else to do (since I wasn't working yet,) I went to the local branch library to see if they had a copy. They did, so I plopped right down in the children's section to re-read it. As I sat there absorbed in the book, in my sweatpants, windbreaker and baseball cap, wedged into one of the small-scale chairs, I heard something. It was a mother, stage-whispering to her child, who was looking at me. "Don't stare," she hissed. "He's special."


Anonymous Anonymous said...

Thanks, Rob, for making me laugh out loud tonight. I, of course, adore your husband's blog. I'm glad to know that I can learn more about you directly from the source.


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