Two Close Calls: Marijuana, Police, and a Little Bit of Luck
Two police stops, one on the Ben Franklin Bridge and another on the Atlantic City Expressway, could have changed my life. Somehow, both ended with me driving home.
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The Day Mags Followed Me to the Beach
One quiet September afternoon, my teenage cat Mags followed me down 55th Street to the beach, waited while I surfed, and joined me for a dollar hot dog on the walk home. At the time, it was simply another day. Looking back, it represents how uncomplicated life once felt.
