Merry Crispness-- The December Dispatch


Shawn Phillips came through town, that crazy bastard. On tour again, driving around America playing music. He slept in our son's room, perhaps unnerved somewhat by the Slipknot posters. I've been listening to Shawn since 1969, and crossing paths with him since 1974. I used to play his records to Prudence from my kitchen phone as she cried in bed...late at night. And now, here we were again, sitting around yet another living room. At the end of a long strange year. In the middle of a long and happy brotherhood. It is a good day. I hope you have a great holiday. I'll be talkin' to y'all again in 2002. Till then, I remain... Yrs., L

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Book club members have been some of my most enthusiastic and careful readers. I’m thrilled to share my work with you, answer your questions and tell you some of the stories behind the stories. This is our spot, just for us. Here, we can chat:  If I’m nearby, I’ll come and visit your club. Otherwise, we can Skype, talk over the phone or email. Sometimes, I’ll send surprises or hold contests.

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