Down at the lobby, I run into Menachem M. He moved into the building a relatively short time ago, but we know each other from a trip to Russia back in 2004. He is dressed nicely, with a backwards baseball cap that can barely contain his lengthy hair. We exchange morning pleasantries and I head outside, where I recognize a grown man to be a former Moshava camper. I was his bunk counselor and have no idea how he can look the same two decades later.
Badly in need of caffeine, I stop off at Dunkin' Donuts, leaving a voicemail for an x-girlfriend on the way. At the counter, I ask the woman for no sugar, then change my mind and ask for a spoonful. This seems to aggravate the young lady.
Walking to the train, I realize how late I am but it’s OK. It's going to be a very long day and I am in no rush to get it started.
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