The men would walk from the trains after getting to the end of the line, pay for their beer, and walk back to get ready for the ride back to New York.

After 20 or more years of faithful service, our overstuffed dryer gave a sad little grunt and wheezed to a stop, leaving many too many wet beach towels behind.

The Broadway legend offered encouragement to a young composer and conductor, and it stuck with her for a lifetime.

Was it so long ago that I wrote about the articulate students, survivors of the Stoneman Douglas mass shooting, who had come to the March for Our Lives in Washington, D.C., to speak eloquently of their suffering?