Mirth. Playfulness. Friendship.

The notion of afterglow comes to mind, in the wake of this ridiculous tailgate party we had the other afternoon, in the slanting light of late October. There was happenstance. There were kegs. Old friends jostled for position at the bar as Miller fed them glass after glass of lime juice and tequila, a form … Continue reading Mirth. Playfulness. Friendship.

A Boy and a Banquet

So I’m leaning across the banquet table, straining to hear the fragments of conversation from the other side, where they are asking me questions about the new book, my life, my haircut – who knows what they’re asking, because I can only half hear in the big noisy room, full of rich and chatty patrons … Continue reading A Boy and a Banquet