Monthly Archives: July 2004

Chapter 1 “Tuesday: 17th February I had dinner with Jerry at the Mayflower and took a cab to the station. The night was drizzly and warm. I’d had a week of it and I wanted to get back. The town … Continue reading →

Hypothetical question: If you were, say, having a beer in the backyard with your neighbor on the 4th of July and she told you that not ten minutes before you arrived a hawk had landed only twenty feet away with … Continue reading →

Several million years ago, in one of many failed attempts to stay in school forever, I took a graduate seminar in Melville and Twain. It was a great excuse to read some hunkin’ chunks’a nineteenth-century lit I’d have otherwise overlooked. … Continue reading →

Until it’s staring you in the face, you don’t realize how crucial is this one choice you have, the one the books don’t tell you about: the choice to either have a sense of humor about small disasters, or not. … Continue reading →