The Street Finds Its Own Uses For

Art Deco For Me Except In Its Most Crazed And Attenuated Forms, It's Jut A Matter Of Taste.

I Grew Up In Southwestern Virginia. I Was Born In South Carolina, But Only Because My Parents Had A Vacation Cabin Or Something There On The Beach. I Was Like A Summer Baby. But I Did Grow Up In The South. I Grew Up In Serious, Serious Appalachia, In A Very Small Town.

I Started Writing Short Fiction Very Briefly, As I Imagine Is The Case For Some Novelists.

The Sky Above The Port Was The Color Of Television, Tuned To A Dead Station.

The Written Word Still Enjoyed A Certain Prestige Here. It Was A Sluggish Country.