This Time A Year Ago
Forgive the stopgap measures while I sign leases, write housing checks, hunt down boxes and collect recipes for quiche.
This time, one year ago, I was still packing, since I and everybody I know who's my age live our lives perpetually uprooted, wordly possessions split between two or three or four places to call home.
I wrote too, last summer, about being pursued by a collection agency, working for Banana Republic, and the origins of the New York Minute.
I compared life to toothpaste, and exposed Osama bin Laden's nefarious plot to poison America.
I uncovered the history of a mysterious and broken sea captain sitting on my street's stoop and profiled an ex-Cuban Cold War bagman named Luis Posada Carriles.
New material to come soon.