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NOT WHAT YOU THINK–Being Yourself Isn’t as Easy as You Always Assumed

Dear Friends, Adversaries, Acquaintances, and Strangers:                                              (I believe that takes in everyone.)   This is a journey in search of identity, which sometimes isn’t what we think.   We begin in New York […]

HOW THE WOLVES REMINDED ME OF MY CONTRIBUTION TO AMERICAN LITERARY HISTORY (rev.) My Voyage on a Stream of Consciousness

  I’m watching a documentary about wolves. The narrator calls one of the wolf packs The Jets, which of course makes me think about West Side Story, where a gang called the Jets sing: When you’re a Jet, You’re a Jet all the way . . . From your first cigaret To your last dyin’ […]