How many times have I walked by this animal (eland? antelope?) on the gates of the Apthorp wihout seeing it? I have lived on the Upper West Side, after all, for 45 years.
That's scary!
But maybe I did see it, and I've just forgotten. Also scary.
For instance, last night I reread a kind of Noel Coward bedroom farce/thriller set on Kauai that I must have commenced in the 1980s. It started out kind of lame, but then it got pretty funny. And there was so much detail about the setting, the language, the geography that I don't remember. I didn't even remember the characters or the plot—it all came as a surprise. Wow. Mind on rinse cycle.
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