… and where i ran into walter rhodes, a total canadian, whom i haven’t seen since exeter and who also, like mcdermott, reeked of xeryus, and i actually told him, “listen, i’m trying to stay away from people. i’m avoiding even speaking to them,” and then i asked to be excused. only slightly stunned, walter said, “uh, sure, i, um, understand.”
“anyhow he gives large parties,” said jordan, changing the subject with an urbane distaste for the concrete. “and i like large parties. they’re so intimate. at small parties there isn’t any privacy.”
yes, we’re still the world’s most patriotic podcast.
won’t do what a man wants/likes— this is how i steal him away!
we talk to john reimringer, author of vestments, about catholicism, the o’connor system, and the juicy lucy burger.
glory be to you, dancers; to hawks for their many names; to baseballs for falling into green outfields and waiting mitts; to white nights, the slice of skates, the evening light on the mississippi. glory be to the great city at its head, to saint paul and the working men who built its churches and taverns, unloaded its steamboats, and laid down its trolley lines and its railroad to the northwest. praise be to my father, bent to some task of joinery in an old house; and to betty’s son, i want to teach him to swim and water-ski, to skip happily over the deep green waters of forest lake.