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Habitat. Articles. Essays on Life
[[wysiwyg_imageupload:1106:]] MINNOWS AND WHALES
[[wysiwyg_imageupload:1029:]]I looked at the timer on my phone. The man on the other end of the line had been talking, virtually without interruption, for 24 minutes. He was on a jag about corruption, misconduct, and malfeasance on his co-op’s board, and I had opened the floodgates by asking him, “What’s the problem?”
[[wysiwyg_imageupload:989:]]PACK YOUR BAGS, LASSIE
[[wysiwyg_imageupload:946:]] In Sandy’s Wake
[[wysiwyg_imageupload:673:]]When is it principle, and when is it a shot in your own foot?We were talking about bonuses, and the woman with the Germanic accent couldn’t quite understand why the other members of her board wanted to cut the super’s Christmas bonus.
DON'T SLEEP IN THE SUBWAY, DARLING[[wysiwyg_imageupload:602:]] Riding on a subway is like living in a co-op. Or is it? Subways are full of people from all walks of life – young, old, white, black, male, female – all crowded together in a place (a train, an apartment building) until they reach their destination. And on the journey, they must get along.
YOUR MOTHER SHOULD KNOW [[wysiwyg_imageupload:600:]]My mother, who died this past July, did not suffer fools gladly and, when something seemed wrong, she didn’t mince words. “That’s stupid,” she would say in her pronounced Greek accent. “Really stupid.”