Various Authors noon, Dec. 14
We sit in small rooms. We lean over notebooks whose paper not only is patient but also silent.
Posted January 8, 1998
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Alone with grammy, death of a classmate, deep love of dog, a desperate writer, Thanksgiving for waifs, direct letter to reader
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You tuck into your overstuffed chair, a book in your hand. Let’s make believe the book is Kerouac’s On the Road (published finally in 1957) and let’s make believe that, , you’ve never before read it.