
Usually, I have the chance for some time off during the summer, maybe a little trip out to the Washington coast, or a week in beautiful Vancouver, British Columbia, or an excursion to another of my favorite West Coast cities, San Francisco. But this summer promises to be one of work--not only on Limbo and my crime-fiction blog, The Rap Sheet, but also on the novel I think I’ve been writing since the Pleistocene Era. The best I might hope for in the next three months is a weekend away here and there, or maybe just a drive out to Alki Beach--Seattle’s sorta answer to Southern California’s Venice Beach, with plenty of curvaceous young women clad in bikinis that cover them only slightly better than the bills they used to buy those suits, but with fewer Rollerbladers to endanger the rest of us.
Has anybody seen my dark glasses? I know they’re stashed around here someplace ...
READ MORE: “Air Head,” by Oliver Broudy (Salon).
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Bellissima!
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