The Stranger in Chock-Full-o’Nuts

When I first lived in the city, I got a job at Chock-Full-o’Nuts on 57th Street and Eighth Avenue. One evening a very interesting man came in. He had piercing eyes. He sat at my station, ordered black coffee, then asked if I were a student. “No.” “An artist, then?” “No, I’m an actress.” “That… Read more The Stranger in Chock-Full-o’Nuts