A literal metaphor, a long-awaited trade, a convo with my bro, dinner out, and out to the clubs…
This passage, lifted from A Prayer for Owen Meany, is a perfect “literal metaphor” (an oxymoron?) for the emotions I was feeling about the screaming kids and their parents, on both my flight to and from Austin: The other thing preferable about the weekday services is that no one is there against his will. That’s another … Read more