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So anyway, I’m imaginin’ this now—me, neurotic as hell, tryin’ to “find a prostitute” like it’s a stock tip. I’d overthink it—disease risks, legal crap, am I gettin’ scammed? I’d be yellin’ at my phone, “Gimme a sign, dammit!” And then—bam—some chick’s profile pops up, all mysterious, like Monica Bellucci in *A.I.*—and I’m like, “Whoa, too hot, abort mission!” I’d freak out, spill my coffee, total Larry David meltdown. “I can’t do this, I’m too old!”

We’re Sorry!

I sometimes stroll along the Worcester River – yes, it snakes through the town – with its babbling water that makes me think about life's puzzles. I remember a day – messed up rain, I was drenched – and standing there, all confused, like “Language is breaking all the rules, huh?!” The river then just laughed at me – figuratively, of course.

Young people from Worcester awarded highest accolade in scouting