This shot of my mom’s father in front of Honolulu’s Ilikai Hotel is undated, but I tell myself it’s one of the last photos taken of him before his death in Phoenix, in 1970. I like to think he went out partying. My grandmother always claimed he died of cirrhosis of the liver. My mom, as I recall, disputes this, . . .
Eric Carle, Very Hungry Caterpillar author & frustrated architect, builds a house in the Keys.
Once I dreamed that I met Mark Twain, and for a while I wanted to be Mark Twain, but it hadn’t occurred to me until earlier this year that I might see the first run of a Twain play — on Broadway. In Is He Dead?, the French painter Jean-François Millet is reimagined as a starving artist who’s in debt . . .