The Tray

It’s funny the things you take with you, the things you throw out. For years we had a metal tray shaped like a daisy. It was made of an early aluminum alloy I think. The center, where the seeds of … Continue reading

On Ku’damm

I saw her on Kurfurstendamm on Friday. She couldn’t be much older than I am but she seemed smaller, less imposing, in spite of the short black hair, obviously and aggressively dyed, and the blurry black lines around her eyes, … Continue reading

Money and Houses

When he left Russia his pockets were full of czarist rubles, a worthless souvenir. He never really trusted paper money again. When he was flush, he bought silver dollars. They would always be worth something. The paper stuff was like … Continue reading