Getting to know our classmates； spending some time out in the open country； living off the
earth？way it should be； man。 Way it should be。
Peace； love； and unity；
Urth Greenberg
breaking up isn？t all that hard to do
Dan sat on the curb outside the Strand； a cigarette in one hand and a cup of weak； tepid black
coffee in the other。 Taxis rumbled down Broadway； pouring black smoke out of their tailpipes。 A
stream of tourists flooded the sidewalks； mopping their sweaty brows and looking questioningly
into the musty old bookstore as if trying to gauge the strength of its air…conditioning。 The heat
shimmered off the pavement in waves and Dan pushed his long； straggly brown hair back from his
forehead with one hand。
For the past few days； he？d bailed on the shifts that overlapped with Greg？s in an attempt to
postpone their inevitable talk。 He just didn？t know what tosay when Greg told him he wanted to
be more serious； moreofficial 。 Avoidance had seemed like a good plan； but then this morning his
boss had threatened to fire him if he didn？t e in； so he？d spent the day in stealth mode； hiding
out in the gardening section and ducking behind bookshelves whenever he heard footsteps
approaching。
？Hello Daniel。？ An unfamiliar； elderly voice startled him。
He looked up from his perch on the sidewalk and recognized Aggie； the seventysomething
receptionist at