Just a week after the move, Fried was bubbling with excitement, obvious
even over the din of 500 packages being prepped for the daily UPS shipment.
They didn't
even need radios: they heard my agonized screams
over the
din of a busy day on the slopes with what they all agreed was unusual clarity (as did, I should mention, a gaggle of curious 9 year olds, one of whom nicely asked «is that lady ok?»