Norman Jacobs ‘Stormin’ Norman to his friends and co-workers—hurrying home from a long, tiring shift at the Kraft Foods Refrigerated Warehouse i... North Bethlehem, clipped a power pole on Miller Circle North. Norman loved overtime, and an extra shift on Christmas Eve had seemed like a miracle, even if it made him miss Christmas Eve with his family.He knew that his mother would be staring at her watch, clicking her tongue and wagging her head in frustration, waiting for her oldest boy to show up. We were so fair and well-built owing to our Kashmiri background that people often questioned whether we were Lebanese or Persian. The new room that I got all for myself was almost a like a boon for me as it came with a Personal computer of my own which by the way had the all important broadband connection. Gone were the days when I used to pour tens of rupees very single day into internet cafes' for watching online pornography which had been introduced to me by some of my ‘innocent’ classmates.. He couldn'tsuppress a pleased smile as he paged through the options and saw some ofthe indicators connected to her ... profile? Was that the right word?It was only when his feet stopped of their own accord that he looked up,checking to make sure he was in the right place, and seeing if Zoie waswaiting for him ... or if she was running late. Again.7:30 am and Zoie's alarm clock had been blaring for 18 minutes. shefinally stirred in her bed and sat up rubbing her temples. "Fuck I hateschool". As it turned out that didn't happen.Anyway there I was in the big city, all alone and with nothing to do. I don't know why, as I said maybe for old times sake or it could have been because I was feeling on top of the world. Whatever, I thought I'd take a little detour on the journey home and pass through the area where I grew up. I think the good memories of the fun I'd had whilst living there were at the front of my mind. Or maybe I was getting melancholy for the past as I got older.Yeah,.