I’m supposed to be writing about plastic right now, but I got distracted by numbers.
Dimple Records just closed its doors after 40 years in Sacramento.
I recently got back in touch with my uncle, which is a great thing.
I’ve been sick for the last week–nothing special, just your basic garden variety flu.
Lately I’ve been thinking about what kind of an old man I want to be.
Even in this woke moment, the self-professed dirty old man attracts new readers.
By any measurement, this was my biggest non-academic reading assignment.
I tried all week to write a piece about actor/magician Ricky Jay and I failed miserably, several thousand words and not one worth keeping.
[The following letter was written by Corporal Otis Stafford to his in-laws. Dated July 28, 1945,