Each year, for the past two decades, I've written a short essay for the Michener Center newsletter. In the beginning it felt like a chore and a week-long interruption of my more serious work. But the more I did them, the more I became to look forward to the task. I was forced to be as honest as I could about writers and the writing life.
Taken together they are a miscellany, snapshots. There are pieces about street theater in Harlem in the Sixties, poetry and North Dakota brickyards, encounters in coffee shops. I hope they are fun and possibly of use.