I am in here.
DAWN, n. The time when men of reason go to bed. Certain old men prefer to rise at about that time, taking a cold bath and a long walk with an empty stomach, and otherwise mortifying the flesh. They then point with pride to these practices as the cause of their sturdy health and ripe … Continue reading qotd
Right now, I’m sitting at the coffee-house half a block away from where my son first lost faith in me as Omniscient Parent. We were sitting in the old green Jeep, on our way to somewhere, waiting at the traffic light, when he asked me a question about chemistry for his science class — he … Continue reading memory street
Having to wait in your car during rush hour while 3 separate police cars charge through the square with sirens going is no reason to try to make up time by ignoring red lights and trying to run bloggers down on crosswalks. But people do it. I mean, after all, what’s one blogger, more or … Continue reading Traffic
Before I compose a piece, I walk around it several times, accompanied by myself. –Erik Satie
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