Another day floats past me. Sunday. Bright, cold Sunday. I scour the wanted ads for an apartment. Only one lead– a townhouse for $400 a month around DuPont Circle. I call Russ from the office and tell him about it. He is interested and we arrange to see it tomorrow at 12:30. Who knows what will happen to me next. I hate this feeling of limbo. Of not
February 12th, 1978
February 12th, 1978
February 12th, 1978
Another day floats past me. Sunday. Bright, cold Sunday. I scour the wanted ads for an apartment. Only one lead– a townhouse for $400 a month around DuPont Circle. I call Russ from the office and tell him about it. He is interested and we arrange to see it tomorrow at 12:30. Who knows what will happen to me next. I hate this feeling of limbo. Of not