He Remembered His Mentor, Lou Kline, Telling

It Was The Hat. He Looked Sweet In The Hat. How Could A Man In A Fuzzy Blue Hat Have Used Human Bones To Pave His Roads?

Even The Financial Disclosure Statements That Political Bloggers Were Required To Post Hadn't Stemmed The Suspicion That People's Opinions Weren't Really Their Own. "who's Paying You?" Was A Retort That Might Follow Any Bout Of Enthusiasm, Along With Laughter - Who Would Let Themselves Be Bought?

Music And Time Have Such An Interesting Relationship. Music Makes Time Fall Away Like Almost Nothing Else. You Hear A Song From Another Moment Of Your Life And It Really Is Like You're Still There. That's Why The Music Of Our Youth Ends Up Being Particularly Powerful. The Coming Of Age Music That You Grab A Hold Of As The Symbol Or The Expression Of Your Independence And Hopes For The Future And Anger And Rebellion Or Whatever It Is You're Feeling Is So Powerful For The Rest Of Your Life When You Hear It.

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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.