Russo on Rose

Richard Russo appeared on Charlie Rose last week. Damn. That’s pretty good for a literary author. While Charlie Rose isn’t Letterman (I keep hoping McNally will make it on), it is a big deal for a novelist.

Russo is like a ghost from my past. He reminds me of those times when fiction mattered most. Also, it was a time I made my most lasting friendships, outside Tim and Greg.

This interview captures Rick’s mind and wit and the laugh. Man, that laugh.

Uncle Scott and Kids

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Snow Tires

I did a good deed — I got snow tires on the pickup.

Robinson is going to be driving the pickup quite a bit this winter, and I have recurring nightmares of her spinning it out once a week. That happened to my mother in her little Ford pickup (1983?). She solved the problem by vowing to never own anything but front-wheel drive / 4-wd vehicles.

I’m hoping the tires will make her drive safer, and I feel pretty good about that.

Do you think the tires count as this year’s Christmas gift? Hmmm. I smell a new poll.