My friend, sob, and I recently reconnected over Instagram (hey, find me @melissakandel!) and it made me want to repost this interview I did with him several months ago. I publish this not only to celebrate our Insta-friendship but also in commemoration of his most recent milestone, hitting 20k followers! Enjoy!
Rat-a-tat-tat went longish nails on old wood. She sat at the time-abandoned Rathskeller Pub, waiting. Three tall jack-and-cokes into her Sunday afternoon, the strange man finally arrived, a wiry figure dappled in late-day shadows. The man looked almost wizardly with a long, white beard and smooth, white hair woven into
We met in the most unexpected way. And while I guess great love affairs do often spring from the auspiciously unusual, I’d suspect none involve quite so much dog poop as this. In the thick of Sunset Boulevard, just a hint from The Standard hotel, there’s a little dog park chiseled into
Long ago one April afternoon, in a library far, far away, a quiet bibliophile, nose between a Longfellow and a Wordsworth, looked up from her thick, dusty book of poems and declared, “We shall henceforth call this month, ‘National Poetry Month.'” And so it was. OK, not really. But that’s how