Aftermath · 24 August 2001
Landing now back here, with a screech and a thud-thud (oh, let’s just let gravity take care of these freakin’ clothes), I must say thanks to all who came out tonight; to eat mussels and mu-shu and portobello mushrooms; to make toasts and kvetch and listen to my stupid speech; to talk shop in neatly parcelled groups (small press types over here, family over there, designers and typograpers by the bar).
I didn’t learn until it was all over that this notebook (black paper, white pen) was circulating: what generosity, what eloquence, what clever friends to have.
And thanks, Mom. I found the envelope.
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