The Los Angeles airport Hilton, shortly after 6 a.m. A work colleague and I were talking quietly in our respective beds, figuring out who was going to shower first and reflecting on a great meal the night before. We’d be driving to San Diego for an 11 a.m. meeting with an advertiser. The phone rang.… Continue reading 9/11/01
Category: Life in the 50s
9/9/01
There I was, minding my own business in my room at the Los Angeles Airport Hilton, when the place started to shake. It was a Sunday, right around 5 p.m. The lamp at the desk where I was working rattled, and I felt the building sway a bit. I’d been in a minor earthquake in Chicago back… Continue reading 9/9/01
The Distance Between “Come Here” and “Live Here”
“There are three categories of people in the Tidewater,” a New York-born and bred woman told me in 2000 when I came to Virginia to speak at a writers’ conference. “There are the
Give Me a Good Blizzard
I grew up in South Dakota, and spent the greatest part of my adult life in the Chicago area. You know, flat places. Places where you prepare for blizzards by going to the store and