I’m an old man-not as old as Robert Frank was when I last saw him, but old. And now that I’m old, most every night an overflow of memories, doubts, regrets, images, and yearnings chew at my brain and keep me from sleeping. Still, come...
On the train to the museum, at the Embarcadero stop with my father, I start to get emotional. Tender as ever, having told a woman who loves me I cannot, or can no longer, love her.
Yesterday, my son taught me the sign for lockdown— different than locking a door, or the shutdown we invented at the start of the pandemic. Little fistfuls of locks swept quickly between us, a sign designed especially for school.
Abyssinians are to tabbies as caviar is to salmon roe: the expensive version. I was determined to find an Abyssinian as I walked the floor of The Cotillion Ballroom in Wichita, Kansas, on what was also Super Bowl Sunday.
If you are going to war in Finland’s Arctic, you’ll need skis and tanks, of course, but you may also need newspapers. The Fins have been using this cheap, homemade innovation for sweat-absorbent (and disposable) insoles for decades.
It doesn’t feel that hard but that could be a sign That these are so bad; I have no sense. Thinking about keeping these up all summer feels like Planning a wedding:
