“I thought there’d be more snow,” my customer said from the shotgun seat — not as a complaint, but cheerfully, conversationally.
Noreen Catalano had the look of a ’60s-era folk singer, with a dark complexion, long, silky black hair parted in the middle, and large, expressive brown eyes. I was driving her up to Stowe for a Christmas visit with her brother’s family. Back at the airport awaiting her bag, she had told me she lived in an apartment in Manhattan’s East Village neighborhood — at Avenue B and Ninth, to be exact. ... Read more