(Site glitches fixed! Turns out the disk in the web server was dying and that’s why new comments wouldn’t take. Please go back and comment now on Sanders’ brilliant Ziggy fic from last week: A Little Normal -ctan) — Apparently I get Tempe and Tucson mixed up. Tucson I had heard was an artsy little […]
That night on the bus back to Flushing, I asked Remo about stopping by Artie’s office. “I have the day off tomorrow, right?” We were sitting in the far back of the bus. I was in the very corner banquette, with the Ovation, making pleasant sounds with it but not really playing in any focused […]
We ended up convening in the back around J.’s little gray tape recorder. “Okay, first thing, my usual thing. If there’s something you don’t want to answer, just say so, or wave your hand like you’re passing your turn,” Jonathan said. I didn’t remember him ever saying that before, but Bart and Ziggy nodded like […]