I'm done.
And now, Chicago. It feels terrifically appropriate, to finish the journey of these books--each of which deal with journeys, themselves--and to go on a little journey myself. Even if it's only to cross a couple state lines.
But before I go: a little reminder for Clevelanders looking for something to do this coming Tuesday night.
Catch you on the other side.
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"Ask someone how to get to this place or that, and she'll sing you the directions."
- Steve Erickson, Our Ecstatic Days. 2005.
"Ask someone how to get to this place or that and he'd sing you the directions."
- Steve Erickson, Rubicon Beach. 1986.
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