Summer of 1990, New York — Our documentary film budget was tight and so we were staying in a budget hotel. The hotel’s one redeeming feature was a fantastic Italian restaurant on the adjoining corner. After a delicious dinner, we dreaded returning to our tiny room that demonstrated the owner’s utter lack of interest in decoration. To top it off, it was a hot and muggy night and the room had no air-conditioning. We didn’t dare turn on the overhead light. William stretched out on the bed. I took off a layer of clothing and sat in my slip, as close to the open window as possible. Across the street, no…
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From Los Angeles to Glasgow
First read Pamela’s post “Strangers on a Train” (so that you know who Andy is :-)) Thursday, July 19, 2012 Dear Andy, Thank you so much for your letter! Keeping the postal service going is a most enjoyable endeavor, since it involves writing long letters (and purchasing interesting stamps; I’ve put two of my favorite on this envelope). I wish I could send a little California weather along with this letter to you in dreich (that really is a wonderful word!) Scotland. In fact, our summer’s been a bit long in coming too. Our “June gloom” disappeared towards the end of June then reappeared in July. We have now, however,…
