Explore "Tuesdays with Morrie" by Mitch Albom on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
As I turned the rental car onto Morrie's street in West Newton, a quiet suburb of Boston, I had a cup of coffee in one hand and a cellular phone between my ear and shoulder. I was talking to a TV producer about a piece we were doing. My eyes jumped from the digital clock-my return flight was in a few hours-to the mailbox numbers on the tree-lined suburban street. The car radio was on, the all-news station. This was how I operated, five things at once.
"Roll back the tape," I said to the producer. "Let me hear that part again."