WELL, AM I?: I might have to add a new segment to this column, dubbing it “Am I really hearing this!?” Such was my thinking on Sunday when I was brought to a state of total WTF-ness by a very kindly older woman. It began innocently enough when she spoke of another senior lady who sorta has it in for my writings.
OK, so maybe I’m not meant for one and all. I’m highly inclined to harken back to my all-time favorite American Lit class, something called Theatre of the Absurd.
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