I traveled down to Monroe Harbor to write.  It was summer 1988, and I lived in Chicago.  Listening to the boats clank, I lay on the slope above Lake Michigan.  I pulled out the script of Ceremonies.  It was the…

I trudged down the country road about 10 PM.  It was summer 1985, and I was at a conference in Pennsylvania.  A bonfire was being held, and I thought that might be fun to go to.  It was located some…

I wandered around in the old Woodstock Library.  It was fall 1983.  I found an old paperback named The Pillow Book.  The writer was Sei Shonagōn, a woman of the court of Japan about 1000 AD.  Ivan Morris had translated…