Feb
28
3 Readers, 3 Voices, 3 Words
On the night of Friday, February 24th, 2012, I attended dinner at Matthew Klane's house in Albany, and I knew how to drive there because I had become lost in his neighborhood only a few days before, which had made me late for a meeting. So one piece of bad luck turned fortuitous in the end.
The reason I was at his house (for a spectacular vegetarian meal—oh, those latkes...) was to have a small celebration prior to the second of the year's readings in the Yes! Reading and Performance Series, run by James Belflower and Matthew in Albany, New York. Afterwards, I drove to the Social Justice Center, with my friend Anne Gorrick following, and I thought to myself, "Maybe this road will go through to Madison Avenue." But it didn't. It went into a McDonald's parking lot.
The reason I was at his house (for a spectacular vegetarian meal—oh, those latkes...) was to have a small celebration prior to the second of the year's readings in the Yes! Reading and Performance Series, run by James Belflower and Matthew in Albany, New York. Afterwards, I drove to the Social Justice Center, with my friend Anne Gorrick following, and I thought to myself, "Maybe this road will go through to Madison Avenue." But it didn't. It went into a McDonald's parking lot.