Archive for August 9, 2005

I’m drinking a beer on my deck looking up at the clouds thinking, ‘Where did the sky go?’ I thought I had a pretty good patch of sky reserved for myself. As New York goes, I guess I do. Some nights, when the light’s just right, I can even see a faint star or two.…

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The signal to noise ratio in New York City, as I recall through the static haze of memory, is high. For every police siren, taxi horn, and chattering hipster back in the big city, there is a cricket’s chirp, a locust hum, or distant train’s call here in the heartland. Makes a guy think. Makes…

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