...Soaked. I am standing outside the Marriott Marquis in Times Square, and I am soaked. If I had been a bit more of a trooper, I would have taken the subway up from Penn Station. “No, Deb, I’ll just walk — it’s only eight blocks or so,” I told her as she dropped me off at the train station in Albany. “Thirty-fourth up to Forty-Sixth, more like twelve, Paul.” I waved her off — “I’ll be fine.”
About the Author
Paul J. O’Brien taught English at Notre Dame and Notre Dame-Bishop Gibbons for over forty-five years. Since leaving the classroom, he has been a member of the St. Kateri Tekakwitha School and the Notre Dame-Bishop Gibbons School Board. He recently stepped down from the New York State English Council Executive Board after serving for seventeen years. As a member of UCALL, Union College Adult Lifelong Learning, Paul serves on the Curriculum Committee and Steering Committee. Over the past year and a half, he has taken to the stage and been in three local productions. Paul loves to read, write, and travel, especially up to North Point on Raquette Lake where his wife’s family has a home. Paul lives in Niskayuna, New York, with his wife Deborah and their cat Casey.