Static From My Attic

Let me confess: I am mentally unequipped to adjust to the real possibility of joy. Before taking on my new life as publisher of this

I have been allowed to live on this planet (by virtue of not being worth the energy to throttle) for fifty-three years. It’s a lovely

It was a dream: my wife and I were in a large old auditorium which, instead of theater seating, had a polished hardwood dance floor.