Dear friend

In 1999, you gave me a list of movies to watch. I still have not seen “Seven Samurai.” I think there are a bunch of others I haven’t seen. But I bought a copy of Akira Kurosawa’s autobiography at a beautiful bookstore in Oklahoma City. What was I doing in Oklahoma City? I always traveled. […]

again

Well, here we are again, relearning that the United States is not immune to strong man appeals. I don’t like learning this. The day after the election was a doozy for me: our class fish died, and when I went to pick up my anxiety meds, I pulled out and another car hit me. Happily, […]

The Movies

The theater was not what I expected. It was a theater time forgot, with awful threadbare printed carpet and a box office with wooden ledges. I bought my ticket ($12, thank you), and went up the stairs. I turned the corner to go to the bathroom. I almost ran smack into a cutout of a […]

Circles

Everyone was as still for Bach as they were bouncy for Al Green. As rabidly as I’d danced to the Jackson 5 Saturday night, I sat still for Bach on Sunday. I closed my eyes, even. Pop music goes forward, neatly, in a way you expect, and it reinforces what you want and where you […]