DEAR DIARY
Dear Diary:
While waiting for the light to change at the corner of 96th and Columbus, I was approached by a somewhat sheepish middle-aged man who said to me, “Excuse to please?” “Um ... yes?” I replied.
“I look for a Mr. Dan,” he said.
“A Mr. Dan?” I asked.
“Yes, a Mr. Dan.”
“Does he live around here?” I lamely responded.
My interlocutor nodded vigorously. “Yes! A Mr. Dan.”
“I’m sorry,” I started to say, when he suddenly announced, “A Mr. Dan Avenue!”
Aha! Case closed. Pointing westward, I told him, “Just walk that way to Amsterdam Avenue.”
Jeffrey Kindley