A year earlier my parents had moved us out of the city to a split-level on Long Island, their idea of the American dream, which meant it as now an hour-and-a-half commute via the 7:06 Hicksville to Penn Station every morning. (Dark City Lights)
Jonathan Santlofer
america, american-dream, angst, anthologies, city-life, home, houses, life, long-island, new-york, new-york-city, real-estate, short-stories