The anger radiated from him in waves. It was almost visible. An inappropriate thought made its cheeky presence felt, and I struggled to keep it hidden momentarily. I imagined him as a cartoon character: clouds of steam spurting from ears and nostrils, surrounded by thick black smoke radiating away from him in waves. This man was angry – and with good reason.
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Adult Sibling Rivalry Erupts: Family Ducks For Cover
It was cute when they were little. Two little boys, blonde hair messed by the wind, flying down the hill in a race to the bottom. They looked like best friends. Adult sibling rivalry? No way! These little guys would grow up as mates. Those same little boys proved that their rivalry was alive and … Read more
The Spite House
THE SPITE HOUSE In 1882, a New York City businessman named Joseph Richardson owned a narrow strip of land on Lexington Avenue. It was 5 feet wide and 104 feet long. Another businessman, Hyman Sarner, owned a normal – sized lot adjacent to Richardson’s skinny one. He wanted to build apartments that fronted the avenue. … Read more