I was sitting out at dinner tonight, alone, as is my usual deal, thinking about that circumstance, when the words went through my head. “It’s your own fault.” If you sit at dinner alone, it’s your own fault. If you live alone, it’s your own fault. If you spend too much time alone, it’s...
Read more →It’s amazing how memories of a book that you read can become heavily associated with the place or places where you read it. I thought it’d be fun to make a short list of some of the books I’ve read that have strong ties to places and moments in my history and memory. “An...
Read more →I was digging around in a few boxes in the garage tonight when I came across a thin hard-covered little book I hadn’t seen in a while. The little book was a journal from the summer of 1994. A travel notebook. Decorating the front cover of the notebook is an old map with hand-drawn...
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