I’ve been tearing my living room apart, looking for my copy of The St. Louis Anthology. Since I’m missing the annual Stag Nite All-Stars celebration of “The Last Waltz,” I wanted to read my essay “Caravan Waltz” while wearing a red scarf in honor of Robbie Robertson. My bestie, Suzie took pictures of my essay from her copy of the book before I got to gut any bookcases. If you’ve got about 15 minutes to listen to a Thanksgiving tale, go for it. It’s at the bottom of the post.
I’m grateful for people who are interested in what I have to say. Thank you.