Minding the Gap

  I place two coffee cups gently on the counter, as if each is fragile antique china I had picked up at Portobello market.  The mugs feature a map of the London Underground and the ubiquitous subway warning, “Mind the Gap.” “I’ve been looking for these all over London,” I announce to the clerk in the duty free shop at Heathrow Airport.  It is an hour before our plane will return to the United States, after … Read more…