The Long, Zig-Zag Road to a Student's Graduation
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There, a man with a flowing long white beard directed us to a deserted hotel, but no one answered the door. Cats howled in the night. Trees creaked as if about to crash down. We beat it out of Headless Horseman Park.
By Martha Lufkin, ContributorAward-winning humor writer, art law journalist and lawyer, 2014-06-04