Hello Pressman, Part III — A Providence of One

By the end of a wet spring and dawning of a new summer, and my computer was set up to connect with the world, I emailed my editor in New York the first hundred pages of my third book. I was proud of my work that ... The people were friendly as I checked into a hotel and went about finding an apartment for rent. The rooms were cold and unaccommodating with a real pre-war, no luxuries feel, just a living room usually with no windows, a bedroom, and a kitchen on the right. ...