Cat mystery
Baskets, yes. I get the basket thing. Mostly. But what is it about cats and footwear?
reflections
My addiction
It was 1991 or ’92, I think. I was touring with Theatre IV and they’d arranged housing for me in Richmond with illustrator Sandra Boynton’s nephew, the late scenic designer Brad Boynton. When the wind was right and the nearby C.F. Sauer factory was doing its thing, the whole neighborhood smelled like pepper. My favorite day off destination was a used bookstore where I bought only two books that I […]
Occam’s stubble
It had been nearly three months since my last visit to The Peddler. When the weather is cool or cold, I eat there every week or so, but when the weather is hot, my foraging radius doesn’t include that side of town. The routine I’ve established at The Peddler is carved in stone: I arrive at 5:30, which […]