And The Question Is, Which One Is

Being Somewhere But Not Completely: That Was Home For Danny. . . . All He Needed Was A Cellphone Or I-access, Or Both At Once, Or Even Just A Plan To Leave Wherever He Was And Go Someplace Else Really Really Soon.

Everyone We've Lost, We'll Find. Or They'll Find Us.

But I Always Need To Identify With A Character To Write About Him Or Her - And By "identify," I Mean See The World Through That Person's Eyes And Have A Strong Sense Of The Inner Logic Of Their Acts And Decisions, Wacky Or Wrongheaded Though They Might Be. In That Sense, I Think There's Some Of Me In All Of Them.

I Think, For One Thing, All Of Us Remember Those Teenage Years And Those Songs That We Fell In Love With And The Music Scene That We Were Part Of. So, In A Certain Way, Music Cuts Through Time Like Almost Nothing Else. You Know, It Makes Us Feel Like We're Back In An Earlier Moment.

Americans Are Less Selfish Than Some Of Our Politicians Believe And Will Respond With Reason And Resilience To Passionate Clarity.