Saltwater eyes
I had dinner with Julie Klausner and Jack Fagan last night at that Asian place next to Angel’s Share and above St. Mark’s Books and we kept ordering food until we had ordered far too much food, and I said, “Wow, this is too much food,” and Julie said, “Yes, but now there is enough food,” and it took everything within me not to jump across the table and hug her.
This is an important idea, enough food.
I am enjoying my research into the history of Jews in Chicago. I find myself taking great comfort in it, looking forward to my early morning iced coffee and tales of shtetls and Maxwell Street, sweat shops and open air markets, the divide between the old country and the new, third generation German-American Jews and Russian and Polish immigrants.
Also I am thinking about Golda Meir so much right now. What a crusher.
None of it has anything to do with what happens in my novel, except that it has everything to do with what happens in my novel.
