ABSTRACT
A trip to the Morningside Gardens management office to sign the new proprietary lease and stock certificates, which have been reissued in my name only. To make the event even more depressing, it’s cold and raining. On the way, a bird catches my eye. I assume it’s a house sparrow, but on further inspection it turns out to be a hermit thrush. It’s a very elegant bird with a cinnamon-colored back and a reddish tail. The white breast is streaked with brown. It may have been Joe’s favorite bird, in part because it is relatively easy to see, poking around on the ground a lot.
