My mother’s mother (McCarthy), was the one who told me about the little blue bird in your own backyard.
I was in my early 20s then, and I came to visit the McCarthys in Decatur, Illinois as often as I could. And I’d come back to that house on Monroe Street that I’d known all [...]
I wrote this back in August, didn’t send it to anyone, and just realized today that I wanted to post it here. It’s where I was last August, Brooklyn, NY
I’ve been doing more writing than reading these days, and watching movies during my down times and those Morris Engel [...]
I’m told my grandfather, Arthur Wait, took the “e” off “Wait”……”in order to save ink.”
So, it used to be spelled Waite. And when I would tell people my name (those who wanted to write it down) I always had to say, “no e on the end.” [...]