My trip through Municipal Purgatory is chronicled over at Mr. Beller's Neighborhood: Starry Night.
This morning, when I paid a visit to a large city agency in Downtown Brooklyn--let’s call it the New York City Department of Discomfiture--it was the surly Claire who indicated with a brusque nod of her head where I should sit. And while my visit was regarding my daughter, I am glad that I did not bring her here with me.
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