My Late-Literary Return
Last Sunday my son Booker turned 30, and if he had any misgivings about that “milestone,” there wasn’t the slightest indication during his visit to Baltimore from Manhattan. It was a fun weekend: we watched the so-so Beverly Hills Cop 4 on Saturday, as well as two season-ending Red Sox losses, he and my wife went to breakfast at Belvedere Square and our older son Nicky (who also shrugged off “the Big 3-0” two years ago) came over and gave his brother a Joe Dirt poster. Melissa and I, on the occasion of the boys’ birthdays... Читать дальше...