Author Archives: ctan

456. Live at Budokan

The next night the stakes went up. It was the first of three nights in a row at Budokan. You might as well have told me we were playing the White House, Buckingham Palace, and god’s own amphitheater all at once so far as the mythic-and-important factor went. If you don’t know what I’m talking […]

453. On the Turning Away

We didn’t have sex that night. We went out for dinner, and saw two bands at a local club, but didn’t stay for the headliner, and instead ended up sitting in the driveway in the car having such an intense–but good!–conversation that we didn’t want to interrupt it enough to go into the house. It […]

450. Telephone Operator

So, Monday was the day Remo was due to leave the country and Jonathan was due to leave the TV writing business. I got up that morning to remind him to/cheer him on. Of course, I’m never at my most articulate in the morning. So rather than some eloquent encouraging speech, I said, over cereal […]