Loïc“London’s gone. That thought is as equally depressing as it is satisfying, but truthfully, all I can feel is relief.”
—Loïc Berkeley
Look at me. I’ve been lying on this couch for five, maybe six hours. Is this what my life has come to? Jeopardy! plays on the TV before me, but I haven’t listened to a word of it. I’ll take Life of a Disabled Veteran for $300, Alex.
Not even the sight of Alex Trebek, who will always remind me of sweet Mrs. Peters, brings a sliver of joy to my current situation. Mrs. Peters was a kind old lady who made the best cookies. I stayed with her for a brief time when I was a teen. She was the best placement I had growing up, and what I remember most about her—besides her cookies—was her love for Alex Trebek.
Yet the warm nostalgic feelings toward Mrs. Peters a
