This is Perry.
I had never even heard of that kind of geography and I had no idea that's what we were doing. But, in fact, we were and not only that, it's what I've been doing my entire life.
*His step-father was best friends with Bob.
*He had a crush on Bob's sister.
*He married a woman whose grandmother lived in the Quartchyard. B Building. I'd know her if I saw her.
*His (former) mother-in-law lives in the buildings Dana and George lived in for years. Betcha bottom dollar they know each other...
*Bob and Carola moved into Second Avenue.
*Tom was friends with Bob. Tom and Laura moved to Second Avenue.
*I moved from the Quartchyard to Second Avenue, right above Bob and Carola.
*Perry and his then wife moved into the Quartchyard. A Building. One floor above Florence on the other side of the elevator. Yeah, he knew Mrs F. and the family.
*Bob's sister moved to Second Avenue.
*Perry did work in their apartments, including connecting my apartment with Carola's via a hole in the floor/ceiling and an internet cable and other cool stuff I used to envy.
*Laura now works with friends I grew up with.
*Perry now has brass window pieces from Second Avenue that Joni saved during the 1980s window installment (otherwise known, wtf or in yiddish, mishaghas)
*And thanks to Perry, there are now parts of my apartment that look as nice as what I used to envy in Bob and Carola's.
However, I didn't even broach the subject about him going to Stuyvesant High and all the people we knew in common there. Because, after all, I gotta stop talking at some point.....
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