I’m never happier than when I’m sitting outside on a sunny day, with my cigar and legal pad, with no awareness of time passing, writing one of my books. But before I can get there, first the book has got to be born.
I do wish, though, I had a photo of the “Fried Carpet” sign displayed in the Tano Mall for several years. That the store stood between two restaurants only added to its luster. I mean, who wants fried clams when he can have fried carpet?