Tuesday, June 13, 2006

You Can't Go Home Again

Five years after my boss at Queensborough CC told me I had to read the above mentioned Thomas Wolfe novel, I decided to heed her advice. I opened the book in the O'Malley park in Chelsea this afternoon, a few hundred paces from a whacko in a gray sweater who kept jumping up and down in place and shouting HEEE!! HEEEE!! HEEEE!!. I had just completed a hellacious bike ride and found a nice, shady area under a tree.

I got two chapters in. What a read I think this is going to be. In the 15 or so pages I read, I found myself wanting to quote every other paragraph (will he run out of steam?). And I never quote anything.


Blogger mjkane said...

hey man,
three points: 1) what's your new job. 2) I checked out your Nikon. That's sweet man. I went for hte Canon myself, but i'm pysched to see some more photos. 3) Speaking of photos, I figured i'd let you know that I'll be stealing your dual blog/photo site main page.u Imitation is the most sincere form of compliment, or some shit like that 4) I'm moving to Boston (law school at BU), so i'll see you in Sept.

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