Literary Pilgrimage: Capote
Here’s a link about finding the house where Truman Capote lived when he wrote Breakfast at Tiffany’s.
I am in here.
Here’s a link about finding the house where Truman Capote lived when he wrote Breakfast at Tiffany’s.
As I post this, it’s already election day in Iraq. Sunday should be about an hour old by now. To think of the terrorists winning any kind of victory is to think the unthinkable. Cold Fury: news, views, and random cursing The elections in Iraq—contrary to repeated shrill predictions from the Left and the mainstream … Continue reading Election Day in Iraq
My SADD lights came today, and I had a happy old time in the front hallway putting them together. One light box, one desk lamp, one floor lamp. I soak up rays from the light box as I write. I fell asleep under the floor lamp earlier, and slept only a couple of hours, but … Continue reading SADD lights, the arrival of.
Wilderness Vision: Train-Time I can see them in my dreams, all the time, in my dreams, the train tracks — witless scarecrow roads that wait. Time, time is always late until it goes. I don’t wish on stars anymore, I wish on trains. Listen on any day for the sound of them — they are … Continue reading Wilderness Vision: Train-Time