Sometimes I look back and wish I’d written more of this or more of that in a given year, but there is a through-line, and a narrative, that accounts for why I am where I am right now. It goes like this:
It’s conceivable that the cables may break, but things seem to be rolling along more or less smoothly. I can see the country ahead, and it has trees, potholes, mountain lions, cupcakes, meadows, and many good, clear roads. It looks beautiful.
