Howard Hall moves to Sherman, Texas
where he lived for 28 years, working as a grocer, until 1932 when Clyde Barrow entered the Little Grocery Store and shot him dead.
The murder site today, looking northwest from the intersection of Vaden Street and Wells Street, Sherman, Texas.
Do you ever get the feeling you made a choice once, years ago, that some day you're going to regret?
Last night I read "Deer Hunting With Jesus" by Joe Bageant (Crown) and I urge all of you with Red State Youths (your own, not the ones you're dating) to pick it up. Not for the faint of heart -- Joe went back home after a full Blue State career and life to be with his people and try and understand how the poor and down-trodden in our country can continue to support a political system that is pushing them under. Joe contends that the Left needs to stop dismissing the working class men and women of America as ignorant fools and start trying to see how they've been manipulated into voting against themselves. Joe writes, "To me, the most profound sort of moral blindness in heartland America is born of innocent trust in our system." These people never meet Democrats, don't know any liberals and get their voting cues from their bosses and local authorities who have no problem rubbing shoulders at the local bar when it comes to election time. They get their news from talk radio and Fox; they're told that global warming'll turn out like that Y2K scare, and to keep shopping at Walmart, even though it was Walmart forced down prices at Rubbermaid that led to their own employer eliminating 11,000 jobs. But wait, there's more! Can't put it down, and at the same time dread the thought of ever going back to Ohio. Crazy.
Meanwhile, I had a lovely lunch yesterday with two handsome and charming best-selling authors, Peter and Chris, and we talked about publishing, The Bourne Ultimatum, and the upcoming West Hollywood Book Fair next month, where Patricia Nell Warren (!) will be on a panel discussing the Fate/Demise of gay publishing. Details to follow.
And Eduardo is moving to the Beach to do his revisions. We went to see La Vie en Rose together the other day, then both went home separately to be depressed and take naps. A beautiful story, but very sad. Is that the price we all have to pay for Art? And could you really do it with no regrets? Jury's still out.
The murder site today, looking northwest from the intersection of Vaden Street and Wells Street, Sherman, Texas.
Do you ever get the feeling you made a choice once, years ago, that some day you're going to regret?
Last night I read "Deer Hunting With Jesus" by Joe Bageant (Crown) and I urge all of you with Red State Youths (your own, not the ones you're dating) to pick it up. Not for the faint of heart -- Joe went back home after a full Blue State career and life to be with his people and try and understand how the poor and down-trodden in our country can continue to support a political system that is pushing them under. Joe contends that the Left needs to stop dismissing the working class men and women of America as ignorant fools and start trying to see how they've been manipulated into voting against themselves. Joe writes, "To me, the most profound sort of moral blindness in heartland America is born of innocent trust in our system." These people never meet Democrats, don't know any liberals and get their voting cues from their bosses and local authorities who have no problem rubbing shoulders at the local bar when it comes to election time. They get their news from talk radio and Fox; they're told that global warming'll turn out like that Y2K scare, and to keep shopping at Walmart, even though it was Walmart forced down prices at Rubbermaid that led to their own employer eliminating 11,000 jobs. But wait, there's more! Can't put it down, and at the same time dread the thought of ever going back to Ohio. Crazy.
Meanwhile, I had a lovely lunch yesterday with two handsome and charming best-selling authors, Peter and Chris, and we talked about publishing, The Bourne Ultimatum, and the upcoming West Hollywood Book Fair next month, where Patricia Nell Warren (!) will be on a panel discussing the Fate/Demise of gay publishing. Details to follow.
And Eduardo is moving to the Beach to do his revisions. We went to see La Vie en Rose together the other day, then both went home separately to be depressed and take naps. A beautiful story, but very sad. Is that the price we all have to pay for Art? And could you really do it with no regrets? Jury's still out.
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