AN ODD DAY
When I turned on my television this afternoon and realized that Notre Dame was on fire, I called my friend Jeannie to alert her (She rarely has her TV on at that time of day) Then I called another friend, Ted to tell him about the fire. (Ted has been a frequent visitor to Paris over the years.) He was not at home so I left a message. I continued to watch the TV coverage until they signed off. And the moment, they signed off, the phone rang. Thinking it might be Ted, I picked it up and heard a rather weak voice say "Hi Grampa." (Inner thought: Why is he calling me Grampa?) Ted continued, "I've been in a car accident and I've got a broken nose." "How awful," I said. "An old lady ran into me and broke my nose." "Were you alone in the car?" (Inner thought: Was your partner Martin with you?) "No, I was alone. And the cops think it was my fault. I'm calling from the courthouse." "Where did the ...