I'm late, I'm late...must be at the Po'keepsie train station in 2 hours...heading down to the Associated Writing Programs Conference... sounds like it's going to be madness. 7,000 people. New York City. And plenty of opportunities for me to compare myself unfavorably with others. Ah, the high road . . .
Just to continue my plug for the 1980s, I should have posted this with the photo in my previous post. Something I unearthed last time I moved. I'm sure I wrote it about 10 minutes before that picture was taken.
I don't know who Steve is. But I'm sure he was totally fine.
2 comments:
You could submit that to Found magazine.
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