On the bus this morning looked up from my book for moment and glanced out the window just as a car was passing. Through the car's window I could see a middle-aged couple, the woman driving. They were holding hands. Something about the image struck me, a feeling that this wasn't a romantic moment, but rather one of comfort or consolation.
I'm getting sappy and sentimental in my old age...
Bob Rhubart: Humor. Opinion. Comment. Rants. Neurosis. Sometimes all at once.
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