T. Writes a Letter About Herbie, The Love Bug
Here’s a great German tribute to that car that is not a car, but a sad, cognizant being.

T.’s Mom Really Loved John F. Kennedy
That’s why they went to Martha’s Vineyard when he was a kid.  I thought about putting in the Zapruder film here, but it is too much.  I like Marilyn Monroe.

Early Morning in Minneapolis
I met T. in the very early morning in late summer in Minneapolis.

Karl Marx Is a Hero
One time back in Minneapolis, when I was living there, T. began shouting at me about how Karl Marx is the only hero worth having and it was ridiculous for me to call Lou Reed a hero.  Here’s your hero, T.

White Castle
Here’s a weird White Castle thing. T. used to go there at least three times a week.