“I’m not dead and not yet mindless in a reliable upstate facility.”
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I miss the days when Roger Angell was a regular contributor to the New Yorker. That he could write something this beautiful at the age of 93 is astounding.
I miss the days when Roger Angell was a regular contributor to the New Yorker. That he could write something this beautiful at the age of 93 is astounding.