In October my friend Paul had introduced me to Hungry Ghost granola during a hike, and I was hooked. He told me that the Hungry Ghost, a small bakery in Northampton, MA, also had the "best bread [he'd] ever had" and that he couldn't even make it home without eating half the loaf. Apparently it had been around for a few years and I'd driven right past it a number of times, but this was my first news of the hidden gem. Paul gave me a flier that lists what breads they make on certain days, and I stuck it in my wallet where it remained.
The previous Winter I'd traveled to Israel and Egypt, befriending a unique fellow named Eli Winograd, who I roomed with for a few weeks. Our friendship was, in retrospect, extremely special as we seemed to connect in a way that I don't often encounter. We listened to each other, attentively, with virtually every fiber of our being. In this way we became a unit, almost like a yin-yang. Soulmates. We improvised musically, never grew tired of one another, and seemed to harmonize every time we hung out. A beautiful guy, sadly we lost touch following our return to the States.
A week before Christmas I received an email from Eli's sister, Rachel, in which she divulged to me that Eli had in fact been living in Northampton--I couldn't believe that we'd been so close all along (I was spending more and more time in the Berkshires). I got his phone number and called him up immediately. He said that he'd been in town since April, playing music and working at a bakery...
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