Sorry for the long absence. I’m starting a new job while at the same time winding down my old consulting practice. Basically means I have two full-time jobs through year’s end. Fortunately they exist in different time zones, so I can work from start-of-day ET to end-of-day PT. What fun we’re having!
Anyhow, no time at present to challenge Orthofer’s lukewarm review of The Tango Singer, refute Pete’s stubborn and inexplicable rejection of autobiographical fiction, or tell you how much I love certain poems you’ll find through July 6 in Chicago’s elevated train stations.
Re the last item, this one’s my favorite.