I find myself strangely shaken by the absence of our two boys. It started on the drive to the airport after we dropped Will off at Kenyon in Gambier, Ohio (where?). It had been bucketing down the whole day before as we unloaded his stuff and settled him into his room. The rain threw itself against his dorm room windows as I tucked in sheets and folded duvets. The wind rattled the frames while David, Will and I stared at his roommate (perfectly nice boy) while he hung a massive American flag over his bed. The sky stayed resolutely heavy and gray all through our jolly dinner on a porch already wet with the day’s weather.
Care and Feeding
One of my first jobs was at a not-for-profit think tank. I figured out pretty damn quick that I needed profit to live in New York City. I also noticed that at 23 I was too easily distract–oooh, something shiny!–ed to do much of the thinking thing. So, wisely, I went to work in publishing. I mean, I read walking down the street, surely I would really focus if it was my job.