local discovery.

Just as I'm gearing up and getting my head together to sort through, throw away, pack, store, and ship (whew!), I notice that the Capitol Hill Arts Workshop--TWO BLOCKS from my house--is offering an 8-week course called "Memoir Writing." Now, I know I can take a similar class in "the city," but still, it's right there!

And it would've been cool to take some night class taught by a grumpy-old coffee-and-whisky smellin, washed-up, angry-at-the-world writing professor. Or maybe it would have been Old Reading Lady (more to come on her.)