When I was in my twenties, toward the end of a not-especially-dissolute but nonetheless untethered youth, there was a period of a few months when I spent a lot of time with a man who had been the big local rock DJ when I was in high school. He had moved into my threadbare downtown […]
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http://www.patheos.com/blogs/goodletters/2018/10/waiting-for-nothing-to-happen/
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