Life

Spent two days at the Welty festival, meeting artists, writers, scholars and the like. Had a wonderful time. Came home, went to the farm. Dealt with wild hogs wallowing out my crossings and a neighbor’s dog having a seizure. Also had a wonderful time (not the dog, I guess). Got home and found out that Lou Reed had died (the dog looks lucky by comparison). This mixed up stuff is where writing comes from.

Got to spend time with Ellen Gilchrist, Michael Farris Smith, and fest director Kendall Dunkelberg, whom I must praise for the excellence of the programs he put on. Great job MUW!