It's Memorial Day and after the services at Gorgas Park, I'm off to a barbecue with friends. So this will be a brief post.
Friday, at Philly Fantastic, my old pal Jeff Ford read his story, "Night Whiskey." And he mesmerized the crowd. Then he apologized because the story was so long. But nobody was complaining. We could have listened all night.
In the car, on the way home, Marianne turned to me and said, "And I thought your stuff was strange!"