hamster, interrupted.

In the winter of 2007 I worked for an eccentric entrepreneur in Brooklyn. He had a window and door business that was faltering while he devoted all his resources to inventing a series of ingredients to create a fireproof elevator. On my first day, his CFO bought me coffee and told me they couldn't afford…

already gone.

I'm packing for my twenty-eighth move in thirty-one years, and as you can probably imagine, that's stirring up all kinda associations. Sugarland is playing "Already Gone," which sums up how I feel as I tape these boxes. Have you ever had that feeling where you're getting ready to leave a situation, place or person and…