Brown sugar

June 26, 2015: I love my ‘hood. Where else can you call your neighbor to borrow a cup of brown sugar … at 10:30 at night … to have her say, “yes, I have some, but you’ll need to come get it. I’m in my underwear.” So I go over. In my pajamas. Our other neighbors drive up. They’ve been at the hospital, in the early stages of labor. So there we stand … one in pajamas, one in a trench coat, one in labor, and the fourth, just shaking his head.

 

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