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 […]