We were walking briskly down a street in Brooklyn on a rainy day. She was in the middle of an anecdote, when she stopped dead in her tracks and picked up a frantically writhing earthworm that got stranded on the sidewalk. She picked it up, walked it over to the dirt around a tree, released it, then continued walking and telling her anecdote.


Postscript: I’m still waiting on Hollywood’s version of the event, Michael Cera as myself, and a young Mary-Louis Parker as the dame.

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