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Tiny Love Stories: ‘I Wore an Orange Wig’

A Rare ChanceMy oldest child and I drove from Massachusetts to New Hampshire to visit my father, who had suffered a stroke. It gave us a rare chance to catch up. After five hours of round trip travel in the car, I reached over to say…

Tiny Love Stories: ‘Everyone Knew but Him’

Lucky There Isn’t Another PlaceI owned a small laundromat called “The Laundromat” on Fire Island. Carol walked in with musty sheets and towels from her share house. I quoted her $48.50 (this was in 1976). “I’m from the Bronx,” she said. “I…