Tuesdays with Frank
He sat imagining a gate for a faraway city in the Saudi Arabian desert, taking some blocks of foam and crumpled yellow tracing paper, perhaps looking for the diaphanous quality of chain link.
Read MoreHe sat imagining a gate for a faraway city in the Saudi Arabian desert, taking some blocks of foam and crumpled yellow tracing paper, perhaps looking for the diaphanous quality of chain link.
Read MoreWe mounted the bus as we always did, sliding into our assigned places. Seating was stratified, the farther back, the more superior one’s status. I was usually able to get pretty far back, but not so far back as to be anywhere near the ninth-grade girls.
Read MoreLast night, I found myself floating in a dream across the grounds of the old school…
Read MoreThe investment business is one of those worlds where the opposite of what is being said is usually true.
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