I recently appeared at a Chicago middle school to discuss my books. The schedule was simple: I would meet with a small group of 8th graders and then make two slide presentations, first with the entire 7th grade, then the 8th grade, and conclude with another select group of kids who’d expressed interest in being a writer.
It was fifty degrees yesterday. The sun was warm and enveloping, and the light was bright, unimpeded by heavy clouds. On such a day, it’s impossible not to hope for daffodils reaching for the sky and baby leaf buds revealing themselves.
I spied, in order, an old boot without a heel, a mummified burrito, and lots and lots of dog crap