The Leftovers I accidentally got a book mailed to my old inner city school that they renovated and re-staffed, but I didn’t call to see if it was there or if anyone had picked it up.  That school was way on the eastside where no one could find it, off Eastern Avenue and towards Essex.  It was around the corner from the Eastpoint Mall where they had haunted houses every year and a new hibachi to-g…