Quite some time ago, a friend offered me an idea for an article. Reserve Block 40 — why the hell is that little park named that? No one (at least, no one who walks among the living) appeared to know. It was a mystery that had been allowed to be. Finding this all very interesting, I took up the suggestion of my friend. Working my way back through materials on the topic, I wound up tracing a circuitous path back home. The piece wound up becoming a kind of oblique auto-biography, and wound up ...
