I so often roll my eyes when I see a headline like "Why Does Infrastructure Cost So Much?" A lot of misinformation & incomplete information out there. But @JerusalemDemsas: this is a cut above. https://t.co/73p9GIGQwB
Delighted that one of my stories will be performed as part of #litcrawlboston, a live event by @bostonbookfest, this Thursday in Cambridge's Central Square. Info: https://t.co/P3cTvXjy0Y
**Typewriter parade**/book launch! Brian Sonia-Wallace's "The Poetry of Strangers: What I Learned Traveling America with a Typewriter" — via Zoom, June 30, 8:30 Eastern — info/tickets: https://t.co/r9MRD0f3dO!
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Everyone stampeded to the console. An old man sat there in a dusty uniform, reading a crumbling 1974 issue of Women’s Wear Daily. “It’s time to launch, Private!” the general screamed, as the crowd clamored behind him. No. 400: "Apocalypse." https://t.co/aI3D8MJFp2 #infrequent
Borga grabbed the bench as if it was about to save him from an ocean fate. “Help!” he whimpered. “Get a hold of yourself!” Mrs. Keys hissed, but her eyes shone through her plastic safety goggles. No. 399: "Lesson at the Piano Bench." https://t.co/aI3D8MJFp2 #infrequent
Phil smoothed a spot on her left wrist. “I’m still injured here,” she said. “I never recovered last fall from chucking all that wood. Frankly, I could use another six weeks.” No. 398: "A February Morning in Jefferson County." https://t.co/aI3D8MJFp2 #infrequent
Jandy had been in a bad mood ever since his funeral. Tuesday afternoon at the office, Millva finally confronted him. “What’s up, Jandy? You’re such a gloomy Gus.” No. 397: "In a Bad Mood." https://t.co/aI3D8MJFp2 #infrequent
Mr. Datta unscrolled. “These are data-analysis-executive positions,” he said. “I’m not qualified for any of these.” “You have the name,” the recruiter said, nodding knowingly. “What else is there?” No. 396: "Mr. Datta." https://t.co/aI3D8MJFp2 #infrequent
Junji raised her head. Her eyes were bold blue, but glassy. She said to Cobo, “I guess you want me to do it fast?” “Very fast!” Cobo said. “They say that’s the best way.” No. 395: "Never Saw it Coming." https://t.co/aI3D8MJFp2 #infrequent
A hansom cab rattled past, driver and horse and passenger all apparently spooked, six human and equine eyes captivated by the illuminated heavens. No. 394: "Carrington." https://t.co/aI3D8MJFp2 #infrequent
Utah dangled a herring. “Come on, now,” she said. Iniid stole a quick look at Delphi and Platani, and then stole the herring from Utah. No. 393: "Fishy." https://t.co/aI3D8MJFp2 #infrequent
Chistini nodded slowly. “Do you think the side effects are why people consider me so disagreeable?” No. 392: "Sizing Up." https://t.co/aI3D8MJFp2 #infrequent