It’s a Tom Waits pun. And, obviously, I need to clean my apartment.
The following story is both truth and fiction.
It’s truth in that the chess game annotated beyond the cut represents a huge, heartbreaking moment in my life, the point when I stopped loving something I loved. A thing that I would now like back.
It’s fiction in that… it’s going to be, like more and more of these posts, a novel chapter. In the story, J’s little brother Todd, with the frosty hair and a cooking show called “Foods for Dudes,” actually finds Nd5. I have this pegged as about the fifth of fifty-ish “epistles.”
Strange Jeff Fact: I call a military cadence to myself as I run.
Stranger Jeff Fact: I misunderstood it until a few days ago.