‘We Joked That Maybe We Could See Each Other Out Our Windows’

Same Block

Dear Diary:

In the early 1980s, I left New York for college in Ohio. My roommate was from Chappaqua, N.Y.

As Thanksgiving approached, we discovered we would both be in the city for the holiday. Her father had moved there after her parents’ divorce.

When I asked her where he lived, she said 72nd Street between First and Second Avenues. We laughed because my parents lived on that block.

The day after Thanksgiving, my friend called, and we joked that maybe we could see each other out our windows.

I put the phone down. Looking out the window and high and low, I didn’t see her.

I picked the phone back up.

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