"Delay is natural to a writer. He is like a surfer—he bides his time. Waits for the perfect wave on which to ride in. He waits for the surge (of emotion? of strength? of courage?) that will carry him along." (E.B. White, The Paris Review Interviews, 1969)
1.31.2007
The Beauty of Blogging
As you may or may not know, sport and I were down in Albuquerque and Las Cruces this Christmas holiday. One of the old acquaintences who we were looking for is John (who was, and is, homeless). When we didn't see him, we kind of panicked and hoped for the best. Turns out he was in jail for sleeping on someone's porch, but looks otherwise alright. Thanks for the story with photos Johnny Mango!
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It was an odd relief to see John's face, looking similar to when we last saw him in 2003. Whenever we talk about our time in Albuquerque, John always comes up. Thanks to Johnny Mango for the peek into his continued haunting/blessing of Central Avenue.
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