To celebrate the final day of April, I sat at a window somewhere on University Ave. sipping on beverage while reading O'hara's "Second Avenue." Scratching my head as I often scratch my head while reading O'hara's "Second Avenue," a woman stopped at the window and said: "Say, you look like you're working hard."
I looked up from my read, paused, then replied: "You don't even know." she smiled, laughed, and kept laughing as she crossed the street. I smiled, too, then continued to scratch my head while finishing up O'hara's "Second Avenue," but this time with a smile.