You hadn’t thought about your instance, your family in Korea, your grandfather, in months, and even when you thought of them it was in passing, as if they were a dream you only vacantly remembered, something tamped down and buried. A beat of silence that stretches too long. Your ...
Joe is not a coffee-making kind of guy and never has been. He always had me or his older brother Nik around to make the espresso for him, and more often, he was content to run to the coffee bar as needed. Even after the company was sold and he, like me, was “just” an emplo...