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I don’t know where the time has gone
Bill Kauffman
The wonderfully idiosyncratic sporting variant achieved extraordinary popularity in rural Iowa
Since democracy is dead in New York, I write in dead persons
The fringes of fame, the outer purlieus of power, are always much more interesting than the epicenter
‘My forty-five-year-old self is inhabiting my nine-year-old body’