>Traditionally, neighborhood I live in (the Upper West Side) was known for its literary liberal types. Apartments are supposedly filled wall to wall with books, and everyone thinks that he or she is an expert on everything and anything. (Of course, all of this is changing as more and more obnoxious yuppies move into the neighborhood and ruin it.) One recent morning, I realized that Husband and I live in the stereotypical Upper West Side apartment. I couldn’t find the slang dictionary because it was buried under a huge pile of magazines that have built up on my dining room table, our bookshelves our overflowing with books of various types, and there are zillions of papers everywhere you look. You know, if my place is going to be in disarray, messiness due to literary pursuits is a pretty good way to do it. I’m proud.

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