Barry Levinson

By Lois K. Geller Looking at mail on a snowy eve. Christmas in New York means mail. I get bills, catalogs, happy holidays cards, fascinating letters about "what the (NAME HERE) family did last year," solo mailers, self-mailers, letters from good friends, and a special kind of mail from "other friends" that starts to come in mid-December. These other friends are the wonderful people who look after my neighbors and me all year long. My favorite is the annual "Seasons Greetings" from the 21 employees of my apartment building. The folded single sheet someone slides under my door has blurry color photos of

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