Several weeks ago, I bumped into Jill outside the Berkeley Rep. and gave her my number and e-mail after a moment of hesitation. When she was at our high school reunion, she had seen Colleen and found out we’re both in the Bay Area, but she didn’t ask for my contact info. I assumed, therefore, she wasn’t interested in getting together. I have ( Read more... )

Things this road trip impressed upon me or made me think about:

The West doesn’t look like the East. In fact, Nevada, Utah and Wyoming looked like nothing I’d ever seen outside the movies.


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Alcina began the roadtrip restless and disconcerted, which is to say far more complacent than Bu was on her behalf. He had begun obsessing weeks earlier about whether she should be sedated, would be carsick, traumatized, dehydrated, starving and die of heat exposure in the 8 minutes it takes to get gas.


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An early departure: that's right, the sun wasn't even up yet. Jeremey came up to visit and help us pack and move.

"ArtBahr! Don't go... I'll miss you, ArtBahr!"


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