Last week I read Anne Tyler’s Breathing Lessons, published in 1988 and set just a few years prior to that date.
Time is missing. Hours, days.
Nothing beat the Sears Wish Book for Gen X kids.
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.