This week got on top of me, and I didn’t have time to nail down a phone call. So: as requested, and then promised on The LEFT Show, I have instead pilled a story of mine out of its dusty drawer to read for you folks. This one is the first chapter of a book called The Long Longing that I wrote in 1997. It’s a bit pedantic, yes, but, so was I. Regardless, I still love the voice in this story, no matter how much the anger and bitterness that, in 1997, I was only imagining at, and now … well, talk about being careful what you internalize.