March 31, 2008
Some days, and I confess with pride that this is the first since I took my original tentative steps on this road to writing redemption, are so utterly bereft of publicly usable incident and inspiration that it fair boggles the imagination, looking back across the empty wasteland, to conceive of how it is that, forced [...]
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March 30, 2008
“We’ll be leaving in a moment. Especially if you can tell me the route.†I thought the bus driver was joking, an attempt to break the ice with his sole passenger early on Sunday morning. But no. He hesitated at a crossroads. “Turn left,†I yelled. More people were getting on, and when he attempted [...]
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