Mom buttoned me into my best pink dress, a ribbon tied in my hair, and sent us off to the restaurant where a famous pianist was booked.
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Mom buttoned me into my best pink dress, a ribbon tied in my hair, and sent us off to the restaurant where a famous pianist was booked.
I was doing what one does at a urinal in a Slamdance Film Festival party venue bathroom when a guy ran in yelling, "Everyone out! I gotta go!"
When his novel “Catch-22” was all the rage, Joseph Heller visited my college. I was obsessed, too awed to speak up.
Jump into the car with Jenny to seek the unexpected. In Kennebunkport, a sign reads “Garden Party.” We look at each other, smile, and turn right.
June 1969. Nancy and I are 16 with fake IDs at Passim in Cambridge.
I idolize Bob Dylan. When my son got a work-study assignment to prepare Bob’s dressing room for a campus concert, I drove six hours.