Kenneth Linda is an old friend of mine from the earliest of my eras who I see, if I'm lucky, twice a year. I can't remember last time I saw him. It definitely wasn't last January. It might have been the January before thatThere's a lot I could say about Kenneth and which I intended to say, but now I think I can just say this: he is the man.
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Jeffrey Friedman's generous extension on the book review deadline means that I can finally, for the first time in many weeks, take a load off; just in time: happy new year, everyone. I love you guys. ( Read more... )
I finally got to spend some time with Kenneth Linda for the first time since we went skiing last January. It was just an hour, but it was a kind of pick-me-up that can last for months.
He has magic powers of a completely different sort. If friendships were water fowl, then his is a golden egg laying goose.