“The place told me what to do.” At the end of any good day in Birmingham three things will have happened. In reverse order: THREE: a Bengal Lancer or a Fullers 1845 British beer will have been consumed at the Old Joint Stock, … Continue reading Rie Nakajima, “I just do… what I do.”
It could be word association. Or I just like the title of Tim O’Brien’s book, “The Things They Carried” because it reminds me of the clutter jammed deep in my backpack. I can live without the novel’s guns, violence, grief, … Continue reading The things I carried . . .