Born somewhat over ninety years ago, in a middle-class neighborhood of Brooklyn, New York, I found myself in my twenties teaching college and university English in the deep south, then gradually made my way to Illinois and, on retiring, south again, to Arkansas, where my wife and I read and write and cook what we think of as gourmet meals. Oh, yes, quite a bit of travel: England, most of Europe, a bit of North Africa, lots of South America, and some of Asia, but missing India, alas.
"Mauro's Hat" by Stuart Jay Silverman is the ordinary that becomes extraordinary-woven with wit, tenderness, and a sharp eye for life's quieter truths.
