It’s a thing we Harpers do. My twin brother, having spent the night with me at my New York apartment, woke up last Tuesday feeling the need to leave for LaGuardia three hours in advance of his flight back to Chicago. He texted me a half hour after we parted, saying “Good …
When I was in the cast of Hair on Broadway in 1969, we were tripping every night. That is, in character, on stage, we extolled the virtues of drug use and did our best imitation of people who were “floating, flipping, flying, tripping…”. But of course we weren’t high, not really. At …