Counting backward
There is a little game with which I amuse myself in which I take my age, or that of other people, and figure…
Read MoreThere is a little game with which I amuse myself in which I take my age, or that of other people, and figure…
Read MoreI was in the Brentwood neighborhood of Los Angeles and wanted to go to the airport. I tapped the Uber app on my…
Read MoreIt was unclear in my dream how I came to such a state of urgency vis-à-vis my housing situation. But urgent it was,…
Read MoreFifty years ago today, Frank Sinatra stepped into Studio 1 at Western Recorders in Hollywood. The building isn’t called that anymore—it’s still a…
Read MoreI awoke this morning from a dream in which I was having a meal in the Walnut Room at Marshall Field’s State Street…
Read MoreIn recent years, friends have tagged me on Facebook asking for lists of favorite records and favorite books. I sighed a little when…
Read MoreAlready the snideness has begun. “We get it. You vacationed in Paris.” “Suddenly everybody is French.” Some among us have taken to social media…
Read MoreEarlier today, I found myself prostrate with guilt when I realized that, as a child, I had chosen a favorite dinosaur not because…
Read MoreI was born and spent my early years in Houston, and I lived there again in several stretches as an adult, so I…
Read MoreNot long ago, a friend tagged me on Facebook to participate in a “10 records in 10 days” exercise in which you describe…
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