I can see it from my hotel window.  Can’t see all of it, or a name on it.  But it’s one of ours.  Flying out here to Virginia, especially during…View post

The other night at the Heyde Center I explained that over the years I have developed two groups of friends: The pickup-truck-and-gun-rack crowd, and the artist/dancer/poet crowd (or, the pale-and-tortured…View post