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Progress On Next Book

Crossing this bridge and looking down this upward slope is a perspective that I imagine is a lot like getting high. It’s a steep slope running up alongside a bridge, and it works almost like an optical illusion, every time I cross it. I love the old brownstone and the narrow streets. In my day, of course, we had to walk to school in the snow, barefoot and butt naked, uphill, there and back…