I found the magic peephole totally by accident. Clarence, my basset hound, had slipped his leash and gone on a rampage down an alley near my new house.

“We have got to find a drink around this place,” I said, lying on my side on my mattress.

“We have got to find a drink around this place,” I said, lying on my side on my mattress.

I’d landed a temporary position in New York City, and Carmen and I decided it would be ridiculous to have our van or any vehicle with us during our stint there. We’d be living in a furnished condo, so we didn’t need to ship a lot of furniture from our place in Oregon. But we had some personal effects that we would need. We thought: What if we drove our stuff in the van, cross-country, with someone local who could then drive our van back to... Leer Más