Way back when I got to take a poetry workshop with Rodney Jones, and he was always quoting the cockroach in a psychiatrist’s kitchen lines. Weird how I still remember. But I do like all the Wrights.

Love that you posted one/saw a movie in Galesburg!

I think BJ worked for her when y’all were in school. She said, I offered him a job, but he had to go off to school in Mississippi or wherever it was. She’s pretty awesome. It was all a lot of fun/very sweet.

Coincidentally: I got invited recently to hang out with a local ESL book group that read my collection, and the woman whose house we were at asked me if I knew BJ.

I spent two summers in high school as part of a 3-person team that ran a baseball program for like 400 youths aged 5-12. We pitched, umpired, coached—and kept box scores and took them to the local newspaper each day. It was a long time ago but feels like a whole other world.

In the same spirit: I played baseball at a junior college in southwest Kansas when I was 18. (Very Oklahoma-y place). One day at practice a guy from Virginia said something like, There’s a pretty girl for every tree in Kansas. And I realized: There are no trees here. Which was what he was getting at

If you have any ideas, holla. Because I’m down to leverage it.

I’d been meaning to message you, but I’ll say here instead: Thank you for the reminder about Detroiters. Hadn’t rewatched and first saw it before there was a second season. I was cry-laughing once an episode.