Today a seventy-seven year-old man named Mort came into the bookstore and spoke straight to my heart. Decades ago this now gentle, lovely, dare I say, spitirtual man was an angry and deeply unhappy man. He was also an alcoholic. … Continue reading
Monthly Archives: April 2011
[Originally published November 28, 2008] I once had a girlOr should I say, she once had me I was living in Osaka, Japan, teaching at a conversation school in a place called Takarazuka the first time I read “Norwegian Wood.” When … Continue reading
I didn’t think so.RIP JD. Follow me on twitter; you’ll love it; I swear.