The Only Thing You Can Rely On
Think Tank #107
On Tuesday, I shared an essay I wrote in 2022 connecting a dream I had about my grandfather, a trip John and I took to Acadia National Park, and Paul Zindel’s The Pigman.
Reading something you wrote a long time ago is strange. I wrote a decent chunk of it in a Manhattan diner in between shifts working as a Broadway usher (I actually wrote an article about this experience that Playbill picked up—you can read it here).
It’s strange to think about. I used to go to that diner at least once a week; I haven’t been there in almost two years.