The Authenticity Experiment, the friend edition. I said to my friend Biz, “I don’t have any new friends. In fact, I have hardly anybody at all that I do anything with.” It might have been the tiniest hyperbolic, but only just barely. And so, lately, even though she isn’t on the Facebook, she’ll remind me of things I’ve done with my friends. “Oh, was that not a friend you went to the Portland Center Stage…
Month: <span>May 2016</span>
The Authenticity Experiment, the visitation edition. I’d just finished riding a really long ride with the Opera Singer. The longest I’d ever done. I was back in the hotel room and I called my dad to tell him. He was still sane, had not gone off the rails yet, and the last cogent thing he said to me was, “Thirty-seven miles, Jesus, Kaydoos! Does your ass feel like hamburger?” Which has become a longstanding joke…