The Call of the Mud Angels
I was 18 years old and in Florence, Italy in 1969, playing drums in a touring
band. I suppose I was too busy drinking and chasing Italian girls to realize the
Arno had
Literature
Thinking Historically
For the most part, I have a pretty good life as a grad student. Aside from time
spent in class (and that crazy month right before seminar papers are due), I
spend most
Around the Block
I’m sitting in a comfortable place right now. One of the most comfortable in my
life, in fact. Iced coffee, sweating in the midsummer heat in my left hand,
beautiful wife to
Interior Life: How I Maintain My Motorcycle
I first read Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance
[http://www.amazon.com/Zen-Art-Motorcycle-Maintenance-Inquiry/dp/0061673730/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1282934972&sr=8-1]
in
Dear Memoir
I met your kind in college. It was in Kay Redfield Jamison’s An Unquiet Mind.
[http://www.amazon.com/Unquiet-Mind-Memoir-Moods-Madness/dp/0679763309] Your
pages were musty, your spine well-broken. Your words engulfed