Never say never. So I’m reminded, in an acidly genial manner, by friends who’ve learned that for most of August I’ve rented an apartment in Sag Harbor, the village in which I’d lived from 1993 to 2000 and to which, on removing to Brooklyn, I’d vowed never to return. But here I am.
This was Read More
“Well,” said Artie Gimlet, “it just goes to show-not even
the fanciest S.U.V. can always handle snow.”
And with that he hung up, leaving me puzzling over exactly
what he was trying to say.
Artie had called to complain that I wasn’t writing about him
and his life at “da beach” anymore. He’s Read More
With Memorial Day, summer officially begins, more or less. If normal patterns hold, most systems will blast off this coming weekend, then June will be a kind of phony war, followed by the Verdun of July, the Passchendaele of August, with the dese-but-never-”please” brigade making a Balaklava-like final charge on the redoubts of decorum over Read More
