New Tenant Dan (Ice Cream!)
Of the many things I could share with the world right now, I’ll go ahead and mention my fascination with the fact that, for the first time in my life, my mailing address is nestled in a town with a one-word name. I was born in East Meadow. I lived in Dix Hills. Then Newton Center. Then Chestnut Hill. And New Rochelle. Then New York, and then back to Dix Hills. But now I live in Astoria. One word. Ne’er the twain shall meet? A Yeatsian Unity of Being? I could deconstruct the shit out of this one. But I won’t. ‘Cause that’s not the point. ‘Cause it’s not a point. It’s a story — ah…
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