Almost 60 years ago, somewhere early in 1964 to be exact, my family and I were living in a crummy little apartment building on Babcock Street in Brookline, Massachusetts. We'd been in the USA for only a few months, having arrived three weeks before JFK was shot. I was in the fourth grade, attending Edward… Continue reading A “Fully-Documented” Alien Dares to Comment on “A Great American Novel”
All Purls. No Swine.