I’ve been reading on the train

There’s a fine art to reading and writing in public spaces. Nowhere is this truer than on a train. You must be able to concentrate even when the baby beside you is screaming. You need to block out the Yankees fans coming home from a win or loss. The jostling, the interruptions, the announcements—all of ...

A bachelor’s life for me?

My wife has (temporarily) left me. She’s gone to visit her folks in the South, while I stay and work, etc. Ah, how I already miss having spring breaks. I immediately got down to business. On Monday night, just a few hours after she’d left, I secured the public library card I’ve been meaning to ...