I ran into a friend who the other night I haven’t seen for some time. We were catching up on things, trading notes on each other’s lives and whatnot, and he asked me why I wasn’t writing anymore.
“Just haven’t seen anything on your site lately,” he explained. “Figured maybe you gave it up.”
Eu contraire mon frere, quite the opposite, and a whole lot more. Anyone checking in here regularly may have seen mention of the Birdland story I wrote, and with that please allow me to announce the sooner-than-expected grand opening of The 35th Street Review, with yours truly at the helm and a great roster of contributors lined up in the near future. It’s like a baseball blog with extra ambition, or a magazine with less quality control, depending on your point of view.
Is that all? No, of course not. The Chicago Tribune asked me some very important questions about my work over at South Side Baseball, the new Secret and Whisper album rocks harder than it should, and we can be poets. . . just for one day.
On top of all that, at least one more big news item should rear its high word-count head soon, but I’ll save mention of that until it happens. Until then, thank you as usual for reading.