When he's finally swallowed, we exchange pleasantries, and I say, "Oh, I saw this show last night, and I said to Katie, 'This sounds like something Nate would have written.'"
"I wish," he says, before dashing off to rehearsal, and I resume my walk home from the train, while the breeze blows warm and soft past me to other destinations.
One year ago: Grateful for What I Have
Two years ago: Fair Point
Three years ago: Picnic
Four years ago: Like Nobody Is Watching
Eight years ago: wedding stuff