Burt’s dad drove a taxi. I found this cab keychain at an outing at the Museum of the City of New York.
I made it a habit of bringing some item home to Burt from my time out of the house. Food was always a hit, tchotchkes (even when they linked to his history) less so.
As with all gifting, it was the thought…. I was thinking of him, and whatever I did buy was a token of love and caring.
this is our life 