Journal of the Plague Year, Day Two Hundred Nineteen: Why should you be happy when I’m not?
A word, here, about unfortunate losses. I have written a lot here about London, but I realized last night that god I miss New York. I’ve often described Chicago as “my favorite city in the US to visit… well, except New York.” And it’s not even close. I’ve spent most of the last 20 years […]