My brother Tony, with whom I stayed last night at his modest home in Norwalk, Connecticut, lives in Dial-Up Nation, and you don’t want to know what dial-up is like these days. Actually, it’s not bad for a while until, all of a damn sudden, God decides you’re suddenly not going to find any more URL’s or send any more e-mails…sorry.
I don’t know why, and I can’t imagine that anyone reading this would care very much one way or the other so let’s just drop it , okay? I’m late to the table because I had to pick up my rental car late this morning and then drive over to a Wi-Fi Starbucks in Westport, Ct., which is where I’m sitting right now. Southwestern Connecticut is damp and drizzly all over . I feel as I’m harboring a dark and dreary November in my soul. I walk down the street and I feel like knocking people’s hats off.