There’s a funny app that pulls off an undeniably funny trick. It’s called the “Crying App.” My nephew pulled a fast one on me at dinner. He slyly pulled out his phone and began recording me.  “How you doing?  You happy?” He asked. I was stoic, almost robotic. “I’m great! Couldn’t be better. Great food, brilliant company, … Continue reading Tears For My Hometown by William Klein →