March 16, 2006
That’s all from me. Annie’s still struggling with deadlines, and she’s also getting ready for a trip. She’ll step in tomorrow if she can, but it’s not looking good.
I’m off to visit my beloved sister and the haunts of our ancestors this weekend.
I won’t be back in New York until late Monday, but I’ll leave you with some nighttime photos of the White Horse Tavern, the West Village bar where Dylan Thomas downed his last whiskey.
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